#but then I went to check if the 18th was the same day of the week this year as that year And It Was!!

[heartbeetz]

Michael & Lyan wedding announcement!!!

I'm not yet sure what I'll actually be doing/posting for our wedding day, but I wanted to have something set in stone regardless. I've been calling Michael my fiance since this past September (and thinking about calling him my husband ever since)... so it's about time we finally changed things up! ♡

Thursday, August 18th, 1988 2022!! Save the date & feel free to pop by with asks and the like!!

[queenpiranhadon]

ᴅᴀʏ ꜱɪx: April 19th

Syn: You make the cake and decorate for the party.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

A/N: I'm actually really happy about how this event turned out- all the fics written in this collaboration can be read separately, but it's recommended you read them all in order :) The master list is here, go check out the other writers because they're so amazing and talented AUGH.

Warning(s): Cursing (it's Katsuki what are you gonna do), bad baking terminology, maybe ooc idk, reader is referred to as female like once- Kiri calls her ma'am, reader compliments Katsuki's ass lmao, just fluffy in general though, class 3-A, reader is in the hero course.

This was it. Tomorrow, your plan would finally be put in motion.  

It was the 19th of April, and to say the very least, you were stressed.  

Stressed might not be the word for it. More like anxiety, excitement and fear into one overwhelming emotion that you couldn't convey into words. Tomorrow was Katsuki’s 18th birthday. And everything had to be perfect.  

You sat in your dorm room, thumbing the pages of the cookbook you so loving made him, picturing his own rough hands touching the book the same way when you gave it to him. Your heart warmed at the thought- your boyfriend never ceased to give you butterflies, even without intending to.  

Doubt plagued your mind however- what if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too dumb, or too simple- should you have done more?!  

No, you scold yourself. You needed to trust yourself. You knew Katsuki well- he excelled in the extravagant, but he still found joy in the smaller things.  

Still... you couldn’t help but worry. This would be a big day for him-a huge milestone. You didn’t want to mess it up.  

Setting the cookbook down, you finally place it into the bag you had for him, jet black with orange stuffing. The small action put the whole situation into perspective for you.  

This was finally happening. 

But you still had work to do today. Pulling out your phone, you open the messaging app, and click on the contact you needed.  

You: Mission Keep Katsuki Away is a go >:) 

Kiri🥊: Yes ma’am >:)) 

Turning off your phone, you pocket it, and leave your dorm room. All that was left to do was the cake.  

After slaving through the school day, you all return to your dorms, with the exception of Kirishima and Katsuki, the former dragging the latter away for something he called “a bro date”. You chuckled at his excuse, and left them to their own devices as you returned to Heights Alliance, sending a text to Kirishima as you walked.  

You: Hey! What’s your status? 

Kiri 🥊: Just got to the bus! I’ll keep him busy as long as I can 

You: Perfect!! 

You: Thank you so much again 

Kiri 🥊: No problem! He’s going to love it, you put so much work into making this special for him :D 

You: Aww...thanks Kiri! Fingers crossed 😭 

You weren’t terrible at baking per se, but you weren’t no Sato. And you would ask him to make the cake himself, but you didn’t want to ask too much of anyone.  

So it was up to you. You wanted to make a small two-tiered cake, it would be enough to feed all of 3-A and hopefully there would be leftovers.  

Sifting through the pantry you found what you needed one by one. Cocoa powder, dark cocoa powder, eggs, milk, butter, flour, baking soda, the list went on. You were making a chocolate cake, covered in dark chocolate ganache, drizzled with caramel. Katsuki wasn’t a big fan of sweets, and you knew that, but cake was cake. You also knew that he secretly did have a sweet tooth so he wouldn’t be too upset. Hopefully the bitterness of the dark chocolate would make the rest of the cake a little less sweet to align with the explosive blond’s tastes.  

Grabbing three large bowls and the mixer Sato let you borrow, you get to work, mixing wet and dry ingredients separately, cracking eggs, melting chocolate, and whisking like your life depended on it.  

While you baked, you popped in an earbud, sweet music, lifting your mood and dancing around the kitchen, in your own world.  

And hour later, the two tiers of the cake were in the oven, (not before tasting the batter yourself of course) and you look around at the kitchen, the adrenaline rushing out of you. It was a mess. The was flour in your hair, on your face, and you’re pretty sure the cocoa powder on your shirt is going to stain.  

You sigh, taking off your earbuds and pausing the music from your phone. At least the cake was done.  

Grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet, you get to work, making sure the kitchen was spotless so no one (namely Katsuki, for obviously reasons, and Ochaco and the self-proclaimed Bakusquad because they would beg you to have a taste of their own) would know what you were up to.  

The cakes were done by the time you finished, taking them out of the oven and sealing the two layers together with some ganache.  

You had asked Mr. Aizawa to reserve Gym Gamma for you previously, getting his permission to decorate the space for the party, and so you made your way there now, deciding to decorate the cake in the Gym itself so you wouldn’t have to move it afterwards.  

You got Ochako to float the cake and the toppings for it to the gym itself, so in the meantime, you busied yourself with setting up all the food- something you didn’t want to do yesterday as it would’ve gone stale.

You recruited the help of Kaminari, Sero, Mina and Kyoka to help you carry everything- including the mini fridge you saved up to buy to store the food and drinks overnight. You’d take them out the next morning.

When you got there, you were surprised to see Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsu, Iida, and Momo there alongside Ochako who explained they all wanted to help. 

You feel your smile stretch across your face, happy to see so many people who wanted to give Katsuki the best birthday ever.  

Splitting up the work, Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida went to go find the plates, cups, bowls, and cutlery you bought with Mitsuki - something you thought may have been overkill, but she had planned everything down to a T.

The others flitted around, either helping to put food or drink items into the fridge, or checking to make sure nothing happened to the decorations overnight.

You took to decorating the cake. Pouring the ganache over the first tier, you used it as an adhesive of sorts and you lifted the second layer on top of it. Once you did that, you poured the remaining ganache over the entire cake, evenly, so it created a pretty coat on top that you were sure it would add a nice crunch to the cake itself.

You groaned, stabbing your spatula into the quickly hardening ganache, having to ask Todoroki to heat it up every few minutes so that it wouldn’t harden completely- an annoyingly tedious task, but you knew Katsuki hated the taste of frosting- so hopefully he would appreciate the favor.

You waited for it to harden, then adding drizzles of caramel everywhere, and strategically placing strawberries where you could for a refreshing change in flavor.

And then lastly, adding thin golden candles to the cake, ten on the bottom row, and seven on the top. Momo created a special candle shaped like one of his gauntlets that you put in the center of the circle of seven candles on the top. And finally, you were done.

Momo made another contraption for you, a tall glass dome with temperature settings that you would put on the cake to prevent the strawberry from going bad overnight. After setting the cake on its stand, you put the dome over it, thanking Momo for her help.

It was then when you received two texts.

You open the first one, snorting when you read what it has to say.  

Katsu 💥🧡: Oi, I know you’re up to something- Shitty Hair just dragged me to the damn movie theater to watch some stupid Crimson Riot movie. 

You: Aww it couldn’t have been that bad!! 

You: Can’t the all mighty Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight survive a short movie date? 

You: Plus I told you- I'm not up to anything lmao 

Katsu 💥🧡: I call bullshit 

Katsu 💥🧡: Plus that movie was three damn hours- short my ass 

You: To be fair, you do have a nice ass 

You: I KID I KID  

You: But I promise you’ll get extra cuddles when you get back my big baby 

Katsu 💥🧡: Fuck off 

Katsu 💥🧡: Meet me at my dorm after dinner

Katsu 💥🧡: And don’t think I’m letting at comment about my ass go 

You can’t stop the amused smile from spreading across your face as you check the other text message, one from Kirishima this time.  

Kiri 🥊: Hey! We’re about 15 minutes away- we'll be back around 18:32 PM 

You: Kiri jesus christ- you tell me this now?! 

Kiri: Sorry!! 

You put your phone down, yelling at everyone to finish up and get back to the dorms as soon as possible, people scrambling around to put the finishing touches together before bolting out of the gym, you along with them.  

Thankfully, you all made it back in time, flopping down on the couches just at the door opens to reveal a beaming Kirishima and a grumpy Katsuki.  

The latter raises an eyebrow at all of you, sending a narrow-eyed glare at you. 

“Why’re ya so outta breath?” He grunts suspiciously and you chuckle sheepishly in return.  

“Mina challenged Kaminari and Sero to go a piggyback race against Todoroki and Iida.” You laugh, the lie rolling off your tongue as the others nod in agreement. 

“We totally won.” Sero says smugly, and Todoroki sends him a confused look.  

“But-”  

Kaminari cuts him off, slinging his arm around the heterochromatic eyed boy nonchalantly. “It’s not winning if you use your quirk Todo-bro.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes, all interest in the conversation out the window, as he starts making dinner for everyone, something he started doing a while ago when he lost faith in 3-A's ability to not burn the kitchen down.  

After you all settled down and ate, you and Katsuki returned to his room, making yourself comfortable in his bed as he joins you, pulling you close and letting his sore muscles melt into your embrace.  

You, however, couldn’t force yourself to relax, your body buzzing with excitement as tomorrow would arrive.  

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[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Your first date with Joel is here… along with a few other firsts.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT we’re finally heeeere y’all!! Enjoy :*  Unprotected p in v (not gonna bother telling y’all not to do this – you’re gonna do it anyway.  Be smart!), praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, a microscopic hint of overstimulation, aftercare, FLUFF, poor attempt at describing wine flavors, mentions of Alzheimer’s.

WC: 6k

Banner courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune <3

Monday, October 18th | 0830

You wake to find that it’s still raining.  You went to bed earlier than usual last night, tired from your errands and your much-needed orgasm.  Unfortunately, it did nothing to satiate you.  Your mind was running amok, the anticipation of this evening was making everything worse.  Sighing, you roll over and grab your phone to check your notifications.  One from your mom and one from Joel.  Mom never texts me, you think.  You decide to deal with the bad news first.

Mom: Hey.  Call me when you have a chance.  Need to talk to you. 

Rolling your eyes, you don’t respond.  She probably wants to know if you’ve been to church and why you haven’t come to see her in x number of months.  You scroll down from the top to click on Joel’s message.

Joel: Morning.  Can’t wait to see you later today.

Your chest flutters as you type a response.

You: Same here.  Hopefully the rain stops soon.

Joel: Sounds like it’s going to keep on until later this week.  Do you have an umbrella?

You: I don’t think so, actually.  I’m not a very good Nebraskan

Joel: I have a few, I’ll make sure there’s some in my truck when I come get you.

You: Thank you. *kissy face emoji*

Joel: Need more of those.

You: Real kisses or emoji kisses?

Joel: All of it.

You finally get out of bed, make your coffee, put on a fresh face, and head to the gym.  You figure exercising will calm the nerves.  After a tough session on the stair stepper, you stop to get some last-minute things at the grocery store and head back home, eager to finish the rest of the day and see Joel.

Monday, October 18th | 1745

Glancing one last time in the mirror, you give yourself a mental thumbs up.  Your dress is hugging everything just right, and your makeup looks flawless.  You must admit, you look fucking good.  You can only imagine what Joel looks like.  Slicked back hair, or tousled curls?  Slacks and a button up?  Either way, he’s going to look mouthwatering.  You throw some fresh panties, a toothbrush, and some day-after clothes in your purse, just in case.

Your fantasy is interrupted by a knock at the door.  Your eyes widen and you look in the mirror one more time just to make sure all your bases are covered.  You open the door and see Joel standing there, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him.

“Evening, sweetheart.  You look—,” he abruptly stops, sucking in a sharp breath and taking you in.  He breathes your name quietly, as if all the air in his lungs has been snatched out of them.  He looks at you like you’re the end-all-be-all.  Awe and desire shimmer in his eyes as they flick up and down your figure.  You’re doing the same.  He’s got navy slacks on, brown leather shoes, and a white button up underneath a matching navy blazer.  No tie.  His top two buttons are undone, revealing tanned skin on his broad chest that you want to touch so badly.  His hair is slicked a bit at the sides, leaving a few dark tendrils from the top that reach down and kiss his forehead.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he croons, putting his umbrella down and taking your hands in his as he enters your apartment.

“You are, too,” you say, pulling him closer and wrapping your hands around his forearms as he moves his hands to hold your waist.  He stares at your face for a while, his expression mirroring that of the night at the bar, right before he kissed you.  He leans in and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.  You turn your head slightly and catch his lips in a soft kiss.

“Nothing I imagined even came close to this,” he says as he pulls away.  You smile, your cheeks warming at his words.  Once again, your stomach ruins the moment with a loud gargle.  Joel laughs softly.  “Guess we should get goin’, then?”  You nod, clutching your stomach in embarrassment.  You put on your fuzzy sweater and grab your purse.  Joel leads you out of your apartment with one hand on your lower back, umbrella ready to go in the other.

When you both step out of the building, it’s pouring.  Joel opens the umbrella, and you scan the lot for his truck.  He points to a spot adjacent to the door, maybe 10 steps away.  Sighing with relief, you let him guide you to the passenger door.  He opens it for you, moving his hand from your back to your hand to give you a boost.  No guy has been so chivalrous to you – at least, not without expecting something physical in return.  You don’t think Joel is that way – but you want to make him feel good.

He turns the truck on and backs out, leaning on the center console with his right elbow.  He smells different than he did at the bar – less whiskey and spice, woodier with a glint of citrus.  You turn in your seat to admire him as he drives.  The curve of his nose, thick curls dipping down his brow, freshly trimmed black-and-white beard, thick and veiny neck.  His shirt exposes the perfect amount of his neck and chest, the sun-kissed rods of his collarbone peeking, no hair to be seen.  You can’t really see him as the type to get waxed – must be natural or rubbed away by the friction of wearing his thick flannel shirts for years on end.  He notices you ogling him, and the right side of his face curls up in a smirk.

“You alright over there, darlin’?” He cranes his neck your way, moving his hand to rest on the skin above your knee.  You relish the warmth of it.

“You clean up nicely, Miller.  And you smell good.”

“You should see yourself.  God damn,” he says with a squeeze on your knee.  It sends white-hot electricity bolting up your leg to your core.  He turns to look at you, his gaze molten with desire.  You gulp and break eye contact first.  You won’t make it into the restaurant if he keeps looking at you like that.

Thankfully, the universe gives you a break and he finally pulls into the parking lot of an impressive Italian Restaurant, Spezia.  The restaurant is an old brick building laced with vines; string lights are crisscrossed above the patio area and the name of the restaurant is carved in soft green, cursive neon light above the big front wooden doors.  You’d heard a lot of good things about this place but had never been.  As he parks, you instinctively pull on your door handle before catching yourself.  You turn and see Joel, staring at you with his head tilted and one eyebrow raised as if to scold you.  You give him a close-lipped grin.  “Sorry, keep forgetting!  Just not used to this,” you say, removing your hand from the handle.

“Good girl… we’re gonna change that,” he murmurs, which makes the hairs on the back of your neck stick up straight.  Fuck.  He gets out and walks over to open your door.  You hadn’t noticed that the rain stopped on your way over – too mesmerized by Joel.  Guess the universe is looking out for you.  He holds out his hand and helps you out, offering you his arm as both of you walk to the front door.

Inside is a dimly lit, open dining room with an array of circle-shaped tables donned in white tablecloths.  Tealights are flickering on the tables.  Scents of garlic, parmesan, and spices envelope your nostrils.  Low music plays, chords of a cello intertwined with a piano and a Sinatra-sounding voice.  This is quite romantic – Joel did good.  The hostess smiles at both of you.  “Reservation for Miller,” Joel says in his gruff voice.  She grabs two small black books from behind the podium and beckons you two to follow her.  She walks to a table near the windows, two full wine glasses waiting for you at each placemat.  It’s white wine, which is perfect – you hate reds.  How did he know?  “Your server will be with you right away,” she says with a smile.  You thank her.

Joel pulls your chair out so you can sit first, his hand brushing your back as he walks over to his seat.  You pick up your wine glass and give it a sniff.  Sweet, fruity, bubbly – must be moscato.  “Did you get some ideas from Keri?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow at him as you take a sip.  It’s smooth and not overly sweet, with notes of apple, orange, and honey.  He grins.  “I’ll never tell, darlin’.  Only thing that matters is that you enjoy it.”  He cheers your glass and takes a sip, eyes never leaving yours.

You two order some appetizers and entrees when the server comes over.  You’re falling into the rhythm of comfortable conversation, once again.  He asks about school, your family, your early life.  You mention your dad’s death and your rough relationship with your mother, which nearly dissipated after you graduated.

“So, I take it you got a degree, then?” he says, swirling around his glass of wine as he watches you.

“Yep.  Biochemistry,” you say, hoping that doesn’t lull him to sleep.  You half expect him to ask you why you didn’t become a doctor, the way most people do when they hear biochemistry degree.  He sucks in a sharp breath.  “Smart, then.  Too fuckin’ smart for me.  Knew you were, obviously – but that’s proof.  Not an easy road.  Sarah’s doing nursing,” he says.

“Nursing is tough, too – especially in these days post-pandemic.  So much is expected of nurses, but they don’t get the pay or respect they deserve unless they’re traveling nurses,” you add.  He nods.  “She’s wanted to be a nurse ever since she was a little girl.  Stubborn one, my daughter,” he says with a smirk.

“Can’t imagine where she gets it from,” you tease, looking around in mock surprise.  He reaches over to squeeze your hand.

“Shut it, beautiful.  Y’aint that much better, yourself,” he says.  He’s not wrong.  Your showdown with Cedric probably told him as much.

Your food comes and you both spend the rest of the dinner enjoying it and a few more glasses of wine.  You continue getting to know each other in between bites – or during if you’re Joel.  The server comes over with the check and gives it to Joel.  He opens it and reads with no reaction on his face and pulls out his wallet to pay.  You interrupt him by putting a hand on his arm.

“We can split it, if you want,” you say cautiously.  He shakes his head and smiles at you.  “’Preciate it, sweetheart.  But I’m sticking to my roots here.  You deserve a nice night out, and I’m happy to give that to you.”  His words make you smile softly.

After the bill comes back, he walks over to pull your chair out and helps you up.  You peek outside the window and see that it’s dark now, and the rain is gone for good.  “Where to next?” you ask, feigning innocence.  He looks at you in a way that makes your stomach churn.

“Want to come over?  I’d like to ask you to stay if you’re comfortable.  Do you need clothes?” he asks, warm hand curling around your waist as you exit the restaurant.  Thanking your past self for packing some clothes, you shake your head.  “I’m prepared.”  He raises an eyebrow at you.  You smile nervously.

“Expected me to ask ya that, huh?” he says, smirking devilishly.  You nod matter-of-factly.  He laughs and leans in, so his lips are almost touching your ear.  “I always keep my promises, darlin’,” he says in a sexy, low voice, making you clench absolutely nothing.  You shudder.  He opens your door for you and helps you in.

The ride back to Joel’s is quiet, but not in an awkward way.  He lives in the Eagle Run neighborhood of West Omaha – an upper middle-class neighborhood near a big golf course.  He pulls up to a big, beautiful two-story brick house and clicks on a garage door opener hanging on his vanity mirror.  You’re surprised, but should you be?  He is a successful business owner with multiple locations in the U.S., after all.  The front yard is lined with neatly trimmed shrubbery – Joel’s handiwork, you think – bushes of gorgeous flame azaleas, and two large, older maple trees staked in the middle, leaves sporting a beautiful gradient of red to yellow.  He has a Texas Longhorns stone on his front porch that makes you grimace.

“Joel, if we keep seeing each other, that Longhorns stone has got to go.  You’re in Cornhusker country now,” you scold playfully.  He laughs, silently rejoicing at the notion that you want to keep seeing him.  “Darlin’, I’m a true Texas man, and I’m from Austin for Christ’s sake.  You’re not even old enough to see how far back the rivalry goes.  I’ll never like your Huskers,” he chides.  You stick your tongue out at him and open your own door.  He doesn’t protest this time.  He’s got a three-car garage, the two-car space filled with what appears to be a company truck.  “Miller Contracting” is stickered on the back window.  The single-car space has a nice BMW 740i sedan that makes your eyes widen.

“Is this your car, Joel?”  you ask, walking over to examine it.  It has a pearlescent navy-blue coat with a tan leather interior.  Sheepishly, he nods.

“When Tommy and I expanded the business, we finally had the time to realize how well we had been doing.  I decided to treat myself for once – I got Sarah a car and bought this for myself.  Too much, if you ask me, but it’s a sign of how far we’ve come.  Reminds me to keep goin’,” he says, looking at the car appreciatively.  He’s obviously impressed you from the jump, but now you’re curious as to why he donates plasma – he clearly doesn’t need to.

“So, you donate out of the goodness of your heart, then?” you tease.  He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.  “The money is gonna go to Sarah, so she’s got some fun money.  She works, and I give her money now and then, but want her to understand it all comes with a limit,” he says.  Good dad – teaching his daughter responsibility and sacrificing his time and bodily fluids while doing it.  You nod.  He opens the door to the house and beckons you to go in first.

The door leads into a large laundry room.  He guides you through there and into the kitchen, which makes your jaw drop.  Beautiful, shiny hardwood floors are the first thing you notice – again, you’d be surprised if Joel hadn’t done these himself.  In the middle is an enormous island, with a deep sink and stainless-steel dishwasher.  The refrigerator, also stainless-steel, is probably twice the width of the dinky one in your apartment.  Adjacent to it is a beer and wine fridge, filled with bottles of red and white wine, and tons of Coors Light.  You smirk, thinking Joel was just a whiskey guy.  You bet he has a full bar downstairs with tons of different whiskeys.  Countertops of gorgeous white and black marble draw your attention, and you find yourself running a hand over the top of one instinctively.  Smooth.  Joel admires you while you admire his kitchen.

“Want something to drink, darlin’?” he asks, grabbing two wine glasses out of the cupboard near the fridge.  “Got wine, beer, and your fav’ downstairs,” he adds with a wink.  Whiskey, duh.  You’re not drunk, and your nerves are starting to rein in.  “Wine is good – keep the theme of the night going,” you say, flashing your teeth at him.  They draw his eyes like a magnet, and they flash obsidian.  He pops the cork out of a bottle of some white wine and pours you both a glass.  You walk over and grab the bottle to inspect the label.   Chateau d'Yquem, 2020.  You don’t dare guess how much this cost.  Joel notices your curiosity.

“S’from a client that lives ‘round here,” he says, sauntering over you, glasses in hand.  You nod.  “Oh?  Contracting client or…?” you ponder, smirking at him with one eyebrow raised.  “Let’s just say I’m good with my hands,” he winks at you and hands you a glass.

You take a sip, closing your eyes to examine the flavors.  Sweet citrus hits you first – mango, pineapple, apricot – followed by a rush of sea salt and an almost yeasty flavor.  The wine you’re used to drinking is Barefoot and sickly sweet – this is otherworldly.  You find yourself moaning softly.  “Wow, Joel… that’s – that’s something else,” you say, noticing him white-knuckling the countertop with his free hand, clearly affected by your reaction to the wine.

He puts his glass down and takes his jacket off, walking back to the laundry room to hang it up.  You’re leaning stomach-first against the island, facing what looks like a dining area with some large bay windows.  His footsteps approach you and hands smooth around your waist to latch in front of you, on your stomach.  His warm frame envelopes your back.  You sink into him and lean your head back on his shoulder.  He kisses your neck, squeezing your stomach and breathing in your scent.  Your breath hitches and you clutch his arms.  His mouth moves up your neck to nibble on your earlobe – he remembers your hot spots – and you gasp, tingles cascading down your spine.  He tucks your hair over to the other side and starts working his lips and teeth on your neck and shoulders.

“Fuck – y-you gonna give me the tour, or what?” you sputter as he bites lightly on your shoulder.  He hums and kisses his way back up your neck, stopping his lips right at your ear.  “Good idea, darlin’,” he murmurs.  He lets go of you briefly, taking your hand to lead you through the dining area to the living room.  It’s a giant room, filled with leather couches, a huge TV mounted on the wall, and high vaulted ceilings.

“Living room,” he says monotonously.  You giggle.  You take it he’s not too keen on hosting.  You wind your way to the front of the house near the front door.  He takes you up the stairs, and you marvel at a modern wood pendant chandelier, casting an amber glow on the foyer.  The walls in this part of the house are a navy blue – must be his favorite color.  He walks to French doors a few paces in front of the staircase and pushes one open, clutching your hand with his other hand still.

You’ve entered a large room with dark gray walls – presumably Joel’s.  There’s a king bed in the middle, two beautiful handcrafted wooden nightstands perched at each side.  A smaller wooden pendant light with a fan hangs on the ceiling, which is also vaulted in this room.  In one corner of the room lies a black leather chair, with a plaid handmade quilt hanging over the back.  Paintings of a forest, mountains, and a buffalo line the walls – very Joel-esque.

The other side of the room leads to a bathroom bigger than your entire apartment.  “Jesus, Joel… your house is beautiful,” you say, stepping in the bathroom and marveling at the size.  A Jacuzzi is on your right, two sinks on your left with a giant LED mirror hanging above them.  Next to the Jacuzzi is a walk-in tiled shower with opposing shower heads and a generous seating area.  You raise your eyebrows at the thought of the activities that could be had in here.

Joel watches you learn the anatomy of his bedroom and bathroom, admiring your childlike curiosity.  You’re beautiful, very much so, but something in your eyes catches his interest – the way you study things.  Eyes inquisitively scanning each part of the room, hands testing whatever theory is in your brain.  He wonders what you see.  You stop studying and turn, catching him staring.  The way he looks at you makes you freeze.  Desire, admiration, amusement.  His eyes travel up and down your frame.  You take slow steps toward him, eyes never leaving his.

“Have I told you that you’re fuckin’ beautiful?” he says hoarsely, hands latching on to your hips as you get close to him.

“I don’t think so…” you say, eyes looking up and to the side in mock confusion.  He pulls you flush to him, and you turn to face him.

“Can’t stop starin’ at you ‘cause you’re so goddamn pretty,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, tilting his head toward you and leaning in.  Your eyes flick down to his parted lips, yours doing the same as you get closer.

When your lips meet, finally, a flame is lit inside you.  Passion overtakes both of you, mouths opening and tongues tangling.  His hands are gripping your hips, your ass, your waist – yours find home in his curls and tug lightly.  You’re reminded of how much he enjoys that when he moans into your mouth.  You’re dripping already, and still, he’s barely touched you.

He picks you up and you break the kiss momentarily with a yelp, causing him to chuckle.  He leads you to the bed and lays you down, hands smoothing down your torso and legs as he stands to remove his shoes.  You watch him quietly, chest heaving in anticipation.  He returns to you as if he can’t bear another moment not glued to you and kisses you, hard.  His teeth graze your lower lip and pull, making you moan.  He kisses the corner of your mouth, the curve of your jaw, down your throat and stops at your clothed collarbone.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” he orders softly.  You obey.  Staring deeply into your eyes, he reaches behind you and pulls the zipper of your dress down.  You remember now that you chose to forgo a bra, but you made sure to wear some sexy lace panties that are soaked through by now.  He pulls the dress off as you reach your arms out, a low growl escaping his throat at the sight of your naked upper body.  “Good god, girl,” he breathes in awe, pulling the dress down your legs to expose your black lace thong.  Black was a good choice – the puddle seeping through is invisible—for now.  You lie back on the bed as he admires your curves and exposed skin.  You see his hardness poking through his pants and his eyes are molten.

Not wanting to go another moment without touching you, he crawls on the bed and kisses you again, one hand curling under your head to support you, the other snaking up your stomach to palm one of your breasts.  You let out a moan as he kneads it, pinching your nipple before he moves to the other one.  He starts kissing down your neck again, down your sternum, moving down further to suck one nipple into his mouth, moaning at the taste.  Your back arches and your hands knead his scalp as you whine softly at the pleasure.  He suckles the other nipple, one of his hands skimming down your stomach to your thigh.  The new touch makes you jump a bit.  He lets go of your nipple with a pop and looks up at you.

“Y’alright, baby?” he says, genuinely concerned.  Smoothing hair out of his face, you nod.  “Haven’t been touched there in a while,” you admit, cheeks warming.  He comes back up to kiss your lips softly.  “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he says, forehead resting against yours.  You cup his face with your hands and give him a quick kiss.

“I know,” you whisper, lost in his chocolate gaze.  He starts kissing down your torso again and stops once he reaches lace.  You’re squirming a bit, and he peeks up at you, silently asking for your permission.  You nod.  He kisses the inside of your right thigh, ending with a nip before moving to the left one.  Your hips are already grinding in anticipation of what he’ll do next.  Looking in your eyes, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pulls them down, leaving you completely bare.

“Jesus Christ… so perfect,” he breathes, admiring all of you.  Your pussy is glistening, the mess he’s been creating finally visible to him.  “You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby – you want me this much?”

“Yes, Joel,” you pant, needy.  He growls again.

“You got no idea how much I want you, darlin’,” he says, shuffling down on the bed and hooking one of your legs over his shoulder.  He places wet kisses on your mound and on the sides of your core, not quite touching you where you want him.  You groan.  You feel his smile curve on your inner thigh.

“Tell me, baby, talk to me,” he teases, watching you as his lips inch closer to your cunt.  Your back arches again, frustrated with anticipation and desire.  “I want your mouth on me, Joel,” you whine.

When his tongue finally darts out to taste you, you gasp, hands flying to grip his hair.  He moans at how good you taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core.  He starts with slow, flat strokes of his tongue up your center, occasionally stopping to gather more spit and slick at your entrance.  You moan, louder this time, his pace and the warmth of his tongue sending you closer to the edge.  He stops at your bundle of nerves and sucks lightly, which nearly snaps you in half.  His hands hold your hips in an iron grip, preventing you from being excused from the pleasure he’s so willingly giving you.  He pulls his mouth away briefly to look at you, lips and chin glistening.

“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” he rumbles, removing one hand from your hip to slowly open you up.  You moan at the stretch – not only has it been a while for you, but he’s got thick fingers.  “So tight, baby – think you can take another?” he says, watching your pussy grip and wet his finger.  You moan in approval, head and eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” he orders, breathless.  “I wanna see you.”  You lift your head up to watch him as he slips another finger in and crooks them both, your eyes widening and mouth falling open at the expansion of your walls.  You can’t even imagine what his dick will feel like.  He looks absolutely wrecked – as if seeing you undone like this is pushing him to his own edge.

“Good girl,” He praises you, making you swoon.  He latches his mouth onto your pussy again, picking up the pace with his fingers as he licks and sucks on you.  He moans as he eats you out, which only gets you to the top faster – knowing that he loves doing this to you.  Your legs are starting to shake and flex, putting him in a headlock.  He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, each bump of your G-spot sending white-hot pleasure up your stomach.

“Come on, baby – give it to me,” he says, mouth still on your clit.  You’re gripping his collar, hair, back of his neck, whatever you can grab as you get closer and closer to the peak.

“Fuck, Joel!  I’m so close—” you moan, your breaths coming out in quick, heavy heaves.  He takes this as a challenge, suckling on your folds while moving his head from side to side.  His beard chafes at the skin on your inner thighs.  His fingers curl upward inside you as they continue their ravaging, and you’re done for.  Finally, the band inside you snaps – leaving you trembling and spitting a barrage of Joel’s name and curse words as you come, hard.  He’s loving every minute of it, lapping you up while your muscles spasm around his fingers, legs threatening to crush his skull.  He’s groaning as he watches you come, in awe of your beauty and the pleasure painted on your features.  He only stops when your legs loosen their grip on his shoulders and head, another growl leaving him as he kisses his way up to your body to your lips.  You moan softly as you taste yourself on him.

You realize he’s still fully clothed and reach down to unbutton his shirt.  He quickens the process by removing his belt and then his pants and boxers, struggling to pull them over his rock-hard cock.  Mouths still slotted together, he presses himself flush against you, his naked body warming yours.  You reach down to stroke him, a moan escaping from his lips.  Precome oozes down the head of his cock and you rub it up and down his length.  He’s thick.

“Baby, be careful – I want this to last as long as possible,” he pants, looking just as wrecked as earlier.  You surrender and let go of him, your hands gripping his back as he continues to lick into your mouth while grinding his hips on yours.  The head of his cock strokes your wet folds, causing you both to moan.  He breaks the kiss to look you in the eyes, the only sound in the room your labored breaths.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me – you ready, darlin’?” He asks.  You love that he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.  You nod, biting your lip in excitement.  He sits back on his heels and guides his cock through your folds a few more times, watching you writhe.  He smirks.  “I know, baby.  I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.”

His cock notches at your entrance and starts to slip in, slowly.  Leaning over you, he grabs your right leg and grapples it over his hip as you both watch each other feel one another for the first time.  Both of your mouths agape, you moan in unison as he slowly sinks further into you.  It’s nothing like either of you have ever felt or imagined—your bodies seem like they’re made for the other.  Each inch he gives you sends shockwaves shooting up your back, and the combination of your warmth, wetness, and tightness is an entirely new sensation for him.

“So beautiful, baby – fuck, you are perfect,” he groans as he fills you up.  The stretch and girth of him rip you apart at first, but the pain fades to achy pleasure as your muscles acclimate to his size.  He’s still watching you, waiting to see what you look like when he’s all the way in.  The tip of his cock hits your cervix, and you cry out, eyes squeezing shut momentarily.  His hand moves to your jaw, pulling your forehead to his and forcing your eyes open.  “Come on, baby – need to see those gorgeous eyes.”

Your walls are spasming, the stretch of him, combined with the pleasure and anticipation of your first time together, overwhelming your muscles with adrenaline.  He reads your mind.  “Relax, baby girl, I got ya,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you as he slowly starts to pull out of you.  You will yourself to relax just a bit, your body rewarding you with micro-tremors of pleasure.  Still watching you, he quickens his thrusts.  You’re reaching the peak again, brows furrowed and hands gripping him so tightly he might have bruises tomorrow.

He sits up and grasps your hips as he pounds into you harder, the new angle and pressure pushing you over the fucking edge.  His eyes travel from your face to your body beneath him and he tries to commit every snapshot to memory—he can’t stop looking at you, can’t forget this.  Your breasts bouncing with each thrust, the curve of your abdomen and hips, the look of pure bliss on your face—he loves every second of it.

“Gimme another one, baby, know you can do it,” He groans, feeling your muscles gripping him as he continues to pound into you.  The room is filled with an orchestra of skin slapping skin, curses, and cries of pleasure from both of you.   Pleasure and pain intertwine to stretch the band inside you once again, your second orgasm on the brink.  Joel is close, too – eyebrows threaded together, teeth gritted, hands bruising your hipbones, thrusts becoming less and less uniform.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, gonna make me come,” he praises, looking into your eyes.  You’re so close, legs trembling again and nails clawing at his forearms, vision blurring as pleasure overtakes the rest of your senses – but you manage to keep your eyes on him.

“Where d’you want it, baby?  I’m close,” he pants, trying desperately to hold on so you can reach another high.

“Inside me—oh, fuck—I’m on the pill,” you respond, trying your hardest to speak coherently.  His eyes darken for a moment, thrilled at the thought of filling you up.  He slows his pace slightly and increases the pressure of his thrusts, and you come hard, high-pitched moans of his name replacing normal speech.  That does it for him.  He spills inside you, each contraction of your pussy sucking more spend out of his cock.  He’s rambling as he empties himself inside you – good girl, you did so good for me, so beautiful when you come.  You’ve never experienced this magnitude of pleasure with someone else, nonetheless felt so connected physically and emotionally.  He collapses on you while still inside you, mouth finding yours for a searing kiss.  He pulls back after a while and brushes your hair from your face, cradling the crown of your head in his hands.  “Told ya I keep my promises,” he says, kissing your forehead softly.  You hum in delight.

You both lie there for a moment, relishing in what both of you can say was the best sex ever.  Joel finally pulls out of you, bringing some of him with him.  He gets up and walks toward the bathroom, returning with a warm towel to clean you up.  You squirm as he wipes you up, still sensitive and thighs raw from his beard scratching you there.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologizes, smiling contritely at you as he wipes up the last remnants of him and you from your thighs.  He returns the towel to the bathroom and comes back to bed, pulling you into his chest, arm draped around your midsection.  You’re about to doze off as Joel turns you to face him, eyes crinkled with worry.  Concerned, you prop yourself on your elbow, mirroring him.

“You okay, Joel?” you ask.  He smiles genuinely at you.  “Yeah, I just—,” he sighs, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, thumb stroking your cheek.  “Didn’t want ya to think I brought ya here just for this.”  His expression is so pained, so worried.  You lean in to kiss him gently on the lips.  “I know, and I didn’t come here just for this,” you remind him, “Truly.”

“I know, baby.  I know we just met, and I’m an old man, but—but you’re special, and I feel like this is different,” he says, staring into your eyes with so much affection it makes you want to cry.  “I want to make sure I do this right.”  He grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss on it.

“I trust you,” you say.  And you do – and he believes you.

Taglist: @burntheedges <3

[queenofglassbeliever]

Has anyone figured out the Twilight movieverse timeline? It's way more confusing than it has any right to be.

For starters, Twilight (2008) starts around two months later than when the book begins. (Which is January) And is presumably set in the same year as it's release.

According to the official wiki, James is killed in Spring 2008 (in movie).

Okay, I'm with it so far. First movie takes place in 2008. And the rest follow the timeline of the books, but in 2008/9 instead of 2005/6. Right?... Right?

Bella's 18th birthday will be Sept. 13 2008 instead. But that's on a Saturday. And Bella went to school on her birthday and on the day after.

Wait, doesn't Edward say his age in New Moon? He does!

And we know what year he was turned and how old he was when he became a vampire.

Some quick math. 1918-17=1901. 1901+109=2010.

Wait, does the start of New Moon happen in 2010? Did Twilight happen in 2010?

Let's check Bella's birthday again. September 13 falls on a Monday in the year 2010. So she'd be at school on her birthday and the next day.

Riley's wanted poster in Eclipse (2010) also gives a clue.

Riley's birthday was changed from October 8, 1986 to April 10, 1990 for the movie. According to his missing person poster, Riley was last seen on Friday, May 21, 2010. And Charlie and Riley's parents have been searching for him for over a year. So, Riley must've been turned in to a vampire in 2009? And in the book timeline, Victoria changed Riley around a month after James's death. Is that the same for the movie? That would mean the Twilight movie, and the beginning of New Moon, takes place in 2009. But that math doesn't math with Edward's age. And doesn't fit Bella's birthday.

If the date that Riley was last scene coincides with the date Victoria bit him, then that works with the idea of Twilight happening in 2010. Riley would have been turned in May 2010 and James would've been killed in April. Bella's 18th birthday would fall on Monday, September 13, 2010. Then most of the rest of New Moon would happen in 2011. As would Eclipse and the Breaking Dawn movies. Which works out with the date printed on the wedding invitations.

Saturday, August 13, 2011.

But back it up to Eclipse for a minute. Rosalie's newspaper, the one she reads as Carlisle wraps Bella's hand/wrist. It's Friday, June 18, 2010.

This newspaper sets Eclipse in 2010. So the wedding invitations should have been dated 2010. Or the newspaper should be dated Saturday, June 18, 2011.

The movieverse timeline is pretty unclear, but I think there's enough to support that they mainly take place in 2010 and 2011.

[lovewithoutresin]

TMATH TIME

Alright, everyone, I did a little number crunching earlier today. Though actually, for the sake of the most interesting bit to me, I’ll go ahead and share some numbers I crunched a few weeks ago here first, too.

I grappled a bit one day recently with being forbidden an actual canonical age for Jon. In typical Resin fashion I decided to see if I could at least sus out a time-frame. At first I was trying to figure out things like university ages, years in the workforce, and all of that, but then I realized we actually only needed three numbers to narrow down his age significantly - to within a two year time span, actually.

First, we take Jon’s own statement about A Guest For Mr. Spider, wherein he notes the following:

It was easy for me to miss at first because the two important sentences are separated by his own personal musings (classic Jon), but this gives us a time-frame of when these events took place, from which we can extrapolate his birth year given his age at the time. A Guest For Mr. Spider takes place in 1995-1996…

Aaaaand subtract 8 from both of those numbers for a range of 1987-1988.

This would make Jon canonically 29 at the oldest at the start of the series. Which makes him and Martin’s conversation wherein Martin declares himself “only 29” in season two especially hilarious. Was he also pretending to be like ten years older? No wonder Jon laughed.

ANYWAY, here’s where things get interesting today.

For reasons completely unrelated to any of the above, I went ahead and double-checked when Annabelle Cane had her incident at Surrey University. Interestingly, it’s one of a few statements where we have the actual concrete date of the event (November 11th, 2010, as it happened the Thursday before the statement was given on the 18th).

From there I randomly decided to start playing with numbers and ended up stumbling on… a LITTLE something. Darren Harlow noted Annabelle as being a student at the time, which we can ASSUME (for the sake of simplicity) puts her between 18-22 at the time of it happening.

Here’s where I get a little speculative. I checked into Annabelle’s own statement to Jon about her childhood encounter with the Web, and unfortunately she never does mention a specific age at which it occurred. Howeeeever… I think it would be pretty safe to venture a guess at the most obnoxious number possible, given they also did this with Jon’s childhood and Annabelle’s number of siblings.

GIVEN the very safe assumption that in the Weaver story, she’s eight years old, that would place the events of it anywhere from 10 to 14 years prior to Thought For The Day. That puts it between 1996 and 2000.

HMMMM. Looks at that date range…

MOREOVER, this would put her birth years between 1988 and 1992.

SO, with these facts combined, it is quite possible not ONLY for Jon and Annabelle to be the SAME fucking age, it’s ALSO very possible for them both to have had their first Web encounters within the SAME YEAR.

And that, personally, has me going pretty fucking crazy.

(Also, for them to be the same age, they must both be born in '88. Never let it be said that this show is subtle. At least, not always).

[elegyofthemoon]

tbh I feel like I should have known that Israel supporters would find my posts but I was still shocked anyways because I think at least my corner of Tumblr has all been pro-Palestine and I'm very proud of that

I only really found it by accident because I was trying to find my reblog with the links regarding the strikes and Bisan's call for a march, and I honestly was confused at first reading the comment.

So went to check further on the user:

I don't know. There's a bunch of other posts that they make that are just these short comments (and I would pull them up but really just go to their blog and check) -- some of which are articles that talk about the bombing that happened during Super Bowl and about the babies that had been left to starve and die in the hospital -- all with the same short, unproductive comment.

This is just more of a rant for me but I just can't understand how they don't see how much blood is being shed and not see what they are doing or feel guilt for it. I think of all the videos of children who were left amputated and orphaned because of Israel's attacks. I think of all the videos of mothers weeping over the corpses of their children or of the fathers who have lost their entire family. I think of all the surgeries that had to be done without amputations and how a lot of the hospitals are now out of commission -- places of safety that people would turn to if they were injured -- that now hardly have supplies. I think about the women who now have to use scraps of the tents they have now taken shelter in for their periods, the rise in infection rates in the area, and the starvation that Israel has left them in (the way that I've seen so many videos of children being so happy just to get a little bit of water or food). Or even recently, the little girl Hind and her phone call begging to be helped when she was trapped in a car with her dead family only to be found dead days later.

So tell me: who is the victim here?

Anyways, that being said: if you are neutral or pro-Israel, FUCK OFF. YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED ON MY BLOG.

It'll be Free Palestine. Forever.

Keep fighting, everyone.

Remember: Marches have been called for 17th- 20th. Protests and strikes 18th-25th.

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 13

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Winter is coming and no one is safe.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter was coming and you didn't mean some famous TV show that others watched. No, Winter really was here as November neared its end and December was only days away.

As you had requested after your horrible nightmare a week ago, Genya had moved from the couch to your room where you slept together in the same bed like a real couple.

Only you had decided to wait until you were both adults aka 18 years old before you would give in to carnal pleasures and have sex. That meant that the two of you would have to wait until next year, January 7th when Genya had his 18th birthday.

Your birthday? Your birthday was just a couple of days after New Year. Your family used to laugh 'New Year, New Baby' when your mother was waiting for you since you were supposed to be born on New Year, but you decided to wait a little longer before you were ultimately evicted from your home of 9 months.

But yes, things were going well with you and Genya and you learned something new about each other almost every day. Like how despite being the smallest one of the two of you, you liked to be the big spoon in the bed while sleeping and that Genya actually liked being spooned.

Speaking of sleeping, the two of you were oversleeping, and if Lady hadn't started to meow just outside your bedroom door then you both would have no doubt been late from school. You weren't late, but you sure were running late!

"Oh God, why didn't the alarm ring!?" You cursed as you struggled to get your shoes on and Genya ran out of the bathroom, his hair barely combed, "Shit, I don't know, but we gotta go!"

"No time to buy lunch, we gotta go now!" You said as the two of you grabbed your bags and left in a hurry, running as fast as you could so you wouldn't be late for your first classes of the day… And you made it just in time!

As soon as you made it past the school's gates the two of you nearly collapsed on the ground.

"W- we made it…!" Genya said and you panted breathlessly as you tried to catch your breath, "B- barely…!"

The bells rang and you were still outside so you weren't safe quite yet.

"See ya at lunch!" You both shouted as you went on your own ways since you weren't in the same class.

Much to your horror, your first class that day was math with Sanemi Shinazugawa aka Genya's scary big brother. He was just checking the attendance when you rushed into the classroom.

"I'm sorry I'm late," You said hurriedly as you made your way to your seat and the scarred teacher glared at you but otherwise, he just counted you in. Huh, maybe teacher Shinazugawa was in a good mood?

As soon as you managed to sit down you felt your legs give in. You groaned, your legs aching and your throat hurt so badly because of how hard you had breathed the cool Winter air.

The class went on as it would and you tried your hardest to understand the formula you were learning that morning while staying with the rest of the class so you wouldn't fall behind.

Before you knew it, the class ended and you were all given homework for the next day. You groaned tiredly as you put your books and notes into your bag and you were about to head to your next class when suddenly-!

"Young miss, please stay. I have something I want to talk about with you." Teacher Shinazugawa called you and you could almost hear the girls in the background giggle at you as they left the classroom. You sighed as you waited for the last students to leave before you made your way to the teacher's desk.

"I'm sorry I was late, sir, it won't happen again," You apologized humbly, but the scarred man scoffed, "You made it barely so I'm letting you go with a warning this time."

"Thank you, sir." You nodded and turned to leave, but before you could go Sanemi called after you, "Hold it! I didn't say you could leave just yet!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir," You stopped and the man nodded, "What are you and Genya doing at Christmas?"

"Christmas?" You hummed. You hadn't thought about it. Until now, you always bought yourself new manga and something delicious to eat and gorge yourself full. But now it was different since Genya lived with you so you would have to probably prepare better.

"If you don't have any plans then would you and Genya like to come over to our place to celebrate?"

"Ex-!" You blinked in shock, "Excuse me?"

"Tch, you don't have to if the idea sounds so awful-!"

"It doesn't!" You exclaimed and nodded eagerly, "Yes, my answer is yes! I would love to come! I'll just have to ask Genya!"

"He will come because I tell him so!" The teacher exclaimed and you nodded, "Please don't worry, I'll talk to him when I see him at lunch."

"You do that." He nodded and you smiled a little, "Can I go now?"

"Yes, go, your next class starts soon anyway." The teacher waved you off and you left quietly with a small, "Have a nice day." to your teacher. You went to the next class and another until it was finally lunchtime.

Only you and Genya had left in such a hurry that neither of you had managed to make or buy any lunch from the convenience store. So when you met at your usual spot you were both pretty empty-handed so you tried to distract the two of you with news.

"Your big brother asked if we would spend Christmas at your place?" You asked as you made yourself comfortable and Genya's eyes widened, "Big brother asked that?"

"Yes?"

"That's… Huge!"

"Wh- wha- why?"

"Big brother never invites people outside the family to family gatherings." Genya frowned a little, "He must be serious about you and me..!"

"Ah, true." You nodded and he looked at you, "How do you feel about it? Do you want to go? Because we don't need to go if you don't want to!"

At any other time you would have declined an invite to any meeting, parties especially, but living with Genya built your tolerance. Also, this was your boyfriend's family, you had to go and earn their acceptance of your and Genya's relationship!

"I don't mind, it actually sounds pretty nice." You confessed, "But I haven't been to family parties in years so I might be rusty."

"Just be yourself and I'm sure the rest of my family will also love you just like I do." Genya said and you blinked, "Oh yeah, didn't you have younger siblings?"

You hadn't been around younger kids in ages, but you liked to think that despite your status as a loner, you were pretty okay with kids thanks to your vast collection of comics, games, and such.

"Yeah, I have 5 younger siblings." Genya said and you almost choked on your own spit, "F- FIVE!?"

"Yeah, there are my little brothers Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and then there are my little sisters Teiko and Sumi."

"H- How-!" You wanted to ask, but you quickly shook your head and instead asked, "How do you feel about this?"

"I, uh…" Genya blushed, "Of course, I love you and I would love it if my family knew how I felt about you and liked you also…"

"T- then..!" You swallowed as you collected your courage.

"In that case, I would love to meet your family!" You yelped out loud as you felt your face burn with blush..!

…Or at least you thought it was blush, but suddenly you felt extremely fatigued.

"I'm just… gonna sit down… for a second…" You were saying when suddenly you lost all control as you went limp and if it wasn't for Genya's quick reflexes you would have collapsed on the ground.

"W- whoa!" He quickly caught you and noticed that you had fainted.

"O- Oi! Are you okay?" He called your name and that's when he noticed how red you were. He gently touched your forehead and you felt hot.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the infirmary at once!" He picked you up like you weighed nothing and ran like crazy.

An hour later, you were resting on the bed and Genya sat next to your bed, looking worried and guilty. Apparently, you had managed to catch a sudden nasty flu and fever that caused you to faint. Genya felt guilty for not noticing it earlier. He had honestly thought that you were blushing because you were talking about his family, but you were actually sick.

"Genya?"

The young man flinched as he looked up and saw the Health Teacher slash nurse Tamayo and his big brother Sanemi walk into the room. Genya quickly got up and looked at the woman, "Will she be okay?"

"She has a fever, but she should get better with some rest." Tamayo said and Genya sighed in relief, but then he noticed his brother and looked at him, "Brother…"

"Tch, you worried me there, you shithead…!" The older Shinazugawa growled and Genya bowed, "I'm sorry…"

"It wasn't your fault Genya," Miss Tamayo said, "I went through her contacts and she doesn't appear to have anyone in her emergency contacts that could take her home."

"I live with her so I'll take her!" Your boyfriend said as he bounced up from his seat, but he flinched the moment he saw his older brother Sanemi glaring at him, "B- brother, I'll take her home and return at once-!"

"Are you kidding me!?" Sanemi snapped and Tamayo hushed him, "Quiet in the infirmary, please."

"Sorry," The older Shinazugawa apologized before he turned to look at his younger brother again, "You're going to take her home and care for your girlfriend until she is better!"

"W- what about school?" Genya was stunned to see his big brother act the way he was acting. Sanemi scoffed as he looked at your resting form, "Don't get me wrong, school is important but so is your girlfriend's health!"

"You can take a couple of days off and look after her." Nurse Tamayo said calmly with a small smile, "I'll let your teachers know about the situation and send you the homework."

"Thank you, ma'am," The younger Shinazugawa thanked the woman and turned to address his big brother but the older man was already on his phone.

"Brother-"

"I'm ordering you a taxi. I'm not letting you carry her in the cold where she can get worse and you can catch what she has!" Sanemi said and Genya was stunned by his brother's kindness. He knew that his older brother favored tough love, but this was nice too.

"Thank you, big brother." Genya genuinely thanked his brother who grunted as he looked away from his younger brother, "Whatever, just make sure she gets better."

"I promise, I will!"

[willowisapillow]

☂️🍑 Y2K Peach, My Beloved 🍑☂️

jksdjksdwk Istg I need to draw other Mario girls, but I always end up drawing Peach in the end I’m just currently too obsessed with her, plz help me 🥲

Drew this as both a (belated) 18th anniversary to Super Princess Peach (damn, I can’t believe this game is the same age as me 💀), and as a (also belated) birthday gift for one of my buddies from DeviantArt, @therosypinkprincess .

We both really like Peach, so I felt like drawing her a sweet little present. I suggest you check out her art if you have the time, it’s absolutely beautiful and so pretty 💖💕

I wanted to start this before October 20th rolled around, which was the day Super Princess Peach first dropped in Japan (and coincidentally the same day Super Mario Wonder also dropped), but I was starting to get a little burned out after trying to complete a bunch of Spooktober and Blacktober art, so I had to put it on hold. Fast forward to a couple of days ago, I finally had the motivation to continue the art, with a few changes.

I love Super Princess Peach. It’s one of my favorite Nintendo DS games, and I love that Nintendo finally realized that it was time to give Peachy some justice by letting her go on a solo adventure. This time she got to save the day all by herself, and also rescued her mans this time.

Games like this, the Smash Bros. series, Mario + Rabbids, SMB2, and others prove that Peach is more than just a pretty-faced damsel, and is far from a “dumb blonde”, or an, “airhead”. She doesn’t always get kidnapped and is clearly capable of defending and taking care of herself and uses her hyper-feminity to kick ass.

It’s perfectly a-okay if you prefer other Mario ladies over her, but it bugs me so much that she’s so often just categorized as only a damsel because she’s girly, kind, empathetic, and soft-spoken.

Also greatly annoys me how often in stuff like fanart, fanfiction, and animations, she’s always made a punching bag, demonized, or made weaker to make the other ladies look better in comparison. All of that is just no 😃

And regarding Super Princess Peach, I never understood the whole, “sexist” accusations that people were calling the game all because Peach had different emotions in the game. She ain’t the only one who uses her emotions, the rest of the cast has different emotions too, but unlike them, Peach can actually control hers. So, all in all, I just personally find the whole, “sexist” claim kinda goofy ngl

Honestly speaking, I only have one gripe with this game. I wished that they did a little more with my boy Perry’s backstory, because it sadly didn’t go anywhere, and it hints that his kidnapper might be at large. Other than that, the game is still pretty solid, and it definitely holds up. Especially the music, it’s got a couple of bangers.

As you’ve guessed by the title, I wanted to go for a more Y2K feel not just aesthetic-wise, but also fashion-wise. I went on Google, and searched for a bunch of outfits from 2005, the year SPP came out. I went with this outfit I found on Google, and since it had pink in it, I definitely knew that it would be perfect for Peach. There’s also this 2005 Fashion Fever Barbie that also inspired this outfit.

And speaking of which, at the time of sketching the art, I was also watching some Y2K stuff that I grew up with to get me in the mood, and that included some CGI Barbie movies (because Barbie is such a movie icon ✨) such as The Barbie Diaries and Fairytopia. There’s also other stuff I watched like Winx Club, Totally Spies, and the Bratz TV Show.

I wanted to put her hair in pigtails, along with giving her peach fruit earrings because, well… that’s literally what she’s named after. Also included a little easter egg reference to her final smash in the Smash Bros. series if you can figure out where it is 👀

I really loved how this art turned out, though I wanted to give Peach the whole, “down-to-earth, wholesome, sweet girl-next-door” type vibes with her new outfit, with a hint of some girly pop. Kinda similar to characters like Lizzie McGuire, Betty Cooper, and Disney ladies such as Snow White and Giselle. I think I succeeded with it, both her and Perry look kawaii af ❤️

And for those of you who can't read Japanese, the text on the left side just reads, "Peach and Perry-chan!". I just put it into Google Translate, and thought that it would go well with the art.

☂️ 🍑 ☂️

[janaknandini-singh999]

The Tragic Love Story of Aurangzeb & Hirabai Zainabadi Mahal

Aurangzeb's portraits may depict an austere man reading the Quran, but there once lurked in him a passionate young man who had considered the "world well lost" for the love of his life.

This story is not an average Valentine’s Day tale. It is about a love affair of a different kind, of a prince known today only as strong-willed, calculating and devoid of a loving bone in his body. It is about Aurangzeb falling in love at first sight.

In 1636, Aurangzeb was a prince and the Governor of Deccan. En route to Aurangabad, he stopped at Burhanpur to pay his respects to his maternal aunt, who was married to Saif Khan, the Governor of Burhanpur. What followed varies in detail in different tellings. But all of them agree that the austere prince fell in love at first sight with one of the women in his uncle’s harem. Her name was Hirabai.

Ma’asir al-Umara, written by Nawab Shams ud Daula Shah Nawaz Khan and his son Abdul Hai Khan, in the 18th century provides a detailed description of the episode:

“One day the prince went with the ladies of his harem to the garden of Zainabad Burhanpur, named Ahu-khanah [Deer Park], and began to stroll with his chosen beloved ones. Zainabadi, whose musical skill ravished the senses, and who was unique in blandishments, having come in the train of Khan-i-Zaman’s wife (the prince’s maternal aunt), on seeing a fruit-laden mango tree, in mirth and amorous play advanced, leaped up and plucked a fruit, without paying due respect to the prince’s presence. This move of hers robbed the prince of his senses and self-control.”

Despite his extremely religious bent, Aurangzeb was a connoisseur of music and a proficient Veena player. Hirabai’s looks, combined with her musical accomplishments, proved irresistible for the prince. He is said to have been so infatuated with her that he gave in to her demand that he taste wine. But before he could, Hirabai revealed that she was just testing his love for her.

A religious prince ready to taste wine, that shows the extent of his feelings for her.

Akbar, in his bid to regulate the harem, had ordered that all concubines should be named after the place they belonged to. So once Hirabai entered Aurangzeb’s harem she was called Zainabadi.

Grieving in solitude

In Ahkam e Aurangzeb, written in 1640, Aurangzeb’s biographer Hamiduddin Khan Nimchah recounts the Burhanpur encounter differently. According to him, the meeting took place when the prince entered the harem unannounced. He fell into a swoon and, on being asked by his aunt, described the reason for the malady and asked for a remedy. He was given Hirabai in exchange for one of his concubines.

The ensuing passion and infatuation is described the same way in Nimchah’s account.

It is said in Ma’asir al-Umara that Aurangzeb’s love affair proceeded to such lengths as to reach Shah Jahan’s ears. Dara Shikoh, who had no love lost for his brother Aurangzeb, is said to have remarked to their father Shah Jahan, “See the piety and abstinence of this hypocritical knave! He has gone to the dogs for the sake of a wench of his aunt’s household.”

But as destiny would have it, Hirabai did not live for long. Her death affected the prince greatly. She is buried in Aurangabad.

Ma’asir al-Umara records that Aurangzeb was so upset by the death of his beloved that he left the palace to go on a hunt. When reproved by the poet Mir Askari (Aqil Khan) for risking his life in that agitated state, the prince replied:

“‘Lamentation in the house cannot relieve the heart,

In solitude alone you can cry to your heart’s content.”

Aqil Khan then recited this couplet of his own composition:

“How easy did love appear, but alas how hard it is!

How hard was separation, but what repose it gave to the beloved!”

The prince could not check his tears. He committed the verses to memory after vainly trying to learn the modest poet’s name.

Incomplete portraiture

Niccolao Manucci, the Italian traveller and writer (1639–1717), too describes this period in Aurangzeb’s life:

“Aurangzeb grew very fond of one of the dancing-women in his harem, and through the great love he bore to her he neglected for some time his prayers and his austerities, filling up his days with music and dances; and going even farther, he enlivened himself with wine, which he drank at the instance of the said dancing-girl. The dancer died, and Aurangzeb made a vow never to drink wine again nor to listen to music. In after-days he was accustomed to say that God had been very gracious to him by putting an end to that dancing-girl’s life, by reason of whom he had committed so many iniquities, and had run the risk of never reigning through being occupied in vicious practices.”

Source: https://scroll.in/article/706290/how-the-heartless-emperor-aurangzeb-fell-in-love-at-first-sight

Picture: Mughal paintings

[garbinge]

Proof Checking

Javier Peña x Murphy!F!Reader From these August Prompts:  “Proof Checking"

A/N: Feeling not my best today, post birthday blues, but enjoy this not edited continuation of my Murphy Sister Reader fics!

Enjoy the other fics of this reader: Circles & A Hole In A Shoe Word Count: 2k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content, alludes to sexual situations, cursing, angsty, mentions of alcohol, past relationships, etc, etc.

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @narcolini​ @justreblogginfics

“What are you up to?” Javi was rolling over in his hotel bed, waking up from a short-lived nap. His hair was disheveled, the only thing covering his body was the white sheet and comforter from the bed. His chest was exposed as he reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, waiting for your reply. 

You were sitting at the hotel room’s desk, the lamp was the only light illuminating the room until Javi reached over to switch the entire space’s light. You were similarly undressed like Javi, your underwear and shirt were the only things over your skin. It was honestly what the last 4 days looked like for both of you. Everything was low stakes, you went out to bars to drink, you went out to restaurants to ear, you went to the beach, you had sex, a lot of sex. It was honestly the fun you were looking for after everything you had been through, this was the adventure Javi said it would be. 

You wouldn’t dare admit it outloud, but somehow, someway along the way, it wasn’t just an adventure anymore. 4 days wasn’t enough time to logically or sanely admit that you had fallen for someone, that low stakes became serious and maybe it was because you went into it expecting the opposite. 

“I’m just proofreading some of my latest writing.” You hummed as your eyes moved over the sheets of paper. 

Javi was standing up now, throwing on his pants before grabbing a cigarette and making his way over to you. His hands passed down your arms, his touch was light and caused the goosebumps to raise on your skin as you moved into his grasp. You were beginning to regret the office chair you were sitting on as it was blocking his entire body from being pressed up against you. 

“Did that,” he moved his head back towards the bed, “make it into your memoir?” He teased you, still wrapped around you. 

“I told you it’s not a memoir, it's fiction– it’s romance.” You rolled your eyes. 

“My question stays the same.” It was spoken quietly in your ear, his hands were now on your bare legs and you brought them closer to you and allowed him to caress more of your skin. 

“A move or two might have made it in.” You chuckled and moved to grab the papers and restack them so the title page was laying on top. 

Javi’s eyes moved from your body to the papers shuffling. “A move or two huh?” He was smirking, his hands still dancing all over your body.  “I’m gonna shower, you wanna get something to eat after?” He was quick to place a haste kiss on the top of your head before removing his hands from your body and stepping towards the shower. 

4 days. All it took was 4 days to feel your stomach drop when Javi’s warmth left you. If this is how it felt just to be physically let go by him, you weren’t exactly ready to say goodbye to him, but again this was all just noise in your head you wouldn’t dare speak it outloud. 

“Yea, I’m starving.” You called out to him in the bathroom hoping your voice carried over the sound of the water running. 

The time alone while Javi was sleeping allowed you to go over your writing, your drafts, make notes, keep your mind occupied, but now you stood up and moved over to the hotel window. Javi had a 18th floor view, you could see the ocean, the bustling Miami streets and to them you were just a shadow in a window. You’d get ready in a few minutes, take the time Javi spent showering to get some type of dinner attire on, but right now you’d take one minute to feel. Feel the emotions swarming around like a pit in your stomach, the thought that this was going to be the last night you enjoyed with him before he was off to Colombia and you both moved on with your lives, you wanted to wrap your head around that because it’d make everything easier later when you said goodbye. 

Deciding to take one more minute at the window, you thought about the last four days. Every laugh, every kiss, every stolen glance when you were out in the world unable to touch on eachother the way your dirty minds had thought of. But it all added to the allure of it all, the pining, the foreplay, the tension and teasing. Your favorite memories of all though were late in the evening or early in the morning some would have classified it as. After you two had tangled in the sheets, caught up on every dirty little detail that ran through your minds during the day, you sat on that 18th floor suite looking out at the beach and talked about everything. That was the benefit of low stakes, nothing mattered. Sharing your deepest darkest secrets held no anxiety of the others reaction because in a matter of hours, you’d both be out of eachothers lives and just a memory that would be a small mark on the calendars of your life. 4 days was just long enough to have a good time, but just short enough to not remember in months time. You knew this and Javi knew this. It’s why you and Javi talked, and talked in depth about things you probably wouldn’t have with anyone else.  It was heavy, but there was something about getting it out and off your chests and not having to worry about it weighing either of you down that felt, well, relieving. 

“He has his ranch, it's his life, y’know.” His chest vibrated as you leaned against it in the bed as you looked out the large window that extended across the whole wall of the room. 

“Do you have chickens?” The question came out so serious as your finger traced his abdomen. 

His stomach raised as he let out a laugh. “Yes, we have chickens.” 

“I always wanted chickens.” A smirk filled your face as Javi started to mimic the tracing on your shoulder. 

“You didn’t have chickens back home in Tennessee?” He was genuinely asking. 

“We were hillbillies not farmers.” The joke left your tongue and Javi let out another laugh. If he knew one thing already was that the Murphy’s were hillbillies. 

“Have any pets in New York?” 

You knew he was just making conversation but you took the opportunity to disclose details about your own life. 

“No, although the relationship I was in was so picture fuckin’ perfect all we needed was a dog to make the perfect family photo.” The scoff that left your mouth was one that left behind a lot of detail, detail Javi was curious about. 

“If it was so picture perfect, why’d you say no when he wanted to marry you?” 

“It was perfect on paper, he had the Wall Street job, grew up down south, was a gentleman when it mattered, took care of the bills, of the dinners, of the dates, got me flowers.” The way you spoke was so mundane, like the things you said weren’t details other women would fawn over. 

“But?” Javi was now looking down at you waiting for a response. 

“But, he didn’t really care about me. I think he wanted to, I think we both wanted to, but ultimately, it just wasn’t right, you know. It didn’t feel right.” 

“I get that.” Javi took in everything you said. There was silence now between you as he let his mind wander and you let your memories fill your brain. The next words out of Javi’s mouth though, those made every memory of yours dissipate. 

“I was driving to the church, was with my buddy John, he was my best man.” The sentence was like you had all the context to what he was talking to, but you were able to piece it together. “I couldn’t go through with it.” 

You didn’t move from your position on him, you stayed their, tracing his chest with your hand. “Wasn’t right.” Were the only two words you said because you understood exactly what he felt then. 

“Wasn’t right.” Javi agreed with a quick nod of agreement before continuing talking. “I don’t think I’ve told anyone that and gotten that relaxed of a response.” He was looking down at you now that you let out a laugh. 

“Well most people you tell probably haven’t gone through it themselves.” 

As you got brought back to the present moment, you were walking out the door. Somehow as your mind wandered and you managed to get ready. Now, you were on your way to spend the last night with Javi, with all the feelings pushed aside so you could say goodbye with no issue. 

____

You let the night pass without a single display of remorse, no sign of the sadness that actually filled your mind and heart. And truthfully, besides that, it was an enjoyable night, lots of laughs, a late night walk on the beach, and very little sleep. As you trekked through the airport with Javi, both of you tired from the previous night but extremely grateful for every minute of lost sleep, you reached the security gate. Javi turned to you, his carry-on over his shoulder and suitcase on the ground to his left. 

“You know how you were proof checking your book before?” Javi brought his hand up to play with the strings of your hoodie. The look on your face was shocked, you expected a goodbye, maybe a sarcastic, humorous, comment but on top of that, you were amazed he even remembered that moment at the desk at all. 

“I, um, saw something when you were flipping through the pages and wanted to offer an edit.” His voice wasn’t as confident as it normally was, his nerves were getting caught in his throat. 

“What’s the edit?” A curious frown sat on your face, you never expected him to remember the writing let alone enough to offer up an edit. 

“The title. Maybe in Another Life.” He said as the title page sat as an image in his head. “I think you should call it–” he paused for a moment and you could tell he was racking his brain around what to say next, the English and Spanish mulling around in his brain quickly before speaking up again, “Maybe When the Timing’s Right.” 

Your stomach dropped and your heart skipped a beat. There was no more explanation needed, what he was saying was as clear as day to you. It wasn’t just you, it wasn’t all in your head, and yes, you might have been crazy to feel all of this when you had only spent 4 full days together, but Javi was right there with you. It didn’t heal the fact that you had to say goodbye to him right now but you’d take this feeling over the one you had in your gut just minutes before.

“I think we’ll have to workshop that name suggestion.” You took the opportunity to tease him but quickly offered up something to let him know you were on the same page. “But yea, I agree, the title needs work.” 

Relief filled Javi’s face as the nerves immediately left him. A small smile formed on his face and he nodded. “Let me know when you workshop it.” He handed you a piece of paper with a number on it. 

“You tellin’ me to call you, Peña?” You grabbed the paper and tucked it safely in your pocket. 

“I mean how are you going to write those steamy chapters in your romance book without my input?” There it was, his sarcastic comment to wish you farewell that you expected. Again 4 days might not have been a lot but it did let you get to know him pretty well. 

You laughed and instead of offering him a taunting comment back, you kissed him. Differently than you ever had before, it felt light, it felt less tense, it felt like all those emotions you had buried away were coming to the surface and words weren’t ever going to be enough to express them. Goodbye was the word you dreaded saying from the second you thought about this moment and now, with this kiss, you didn’t have to say it. Because it wasn’t goodbye, it was I’ll see you when the timing’s right.

[starset21]

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

Summary:  Kate and Jake stumble upon a mystery in the ship's archive room.

Chapter 4: A New Story

“Wow. Look at all this old stuff,” Kate marveled.

“I have never been here,” Jake muttered.

“Oh, yeah? Wow, check this out,” Kate handed him a picture frame from one of the boxes she had began going through.

“Wow, cool. B29. Hmm. Found some Christmas photos,” he told her, passing the loose photos to Kate.

“These look like fun performances,” she told him.

“Yeah, you know, we've had all kinds of dancers, singers, celebrities… Presidents, even,” Jake told her.

“Yeah?”

Jake nodded. “You really never went on a tiger cruise as a kid?” he asked.

“I didn't want to give up even one day at home. All the baking, decorating the tree… I remember driving around looking at all the neighborhood lights. Christmas is the best,” Kate smiled.

“I'm just surprised we never met as kids,” Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh. Well, I never really went to military functions as a kid. I met a few kids but I was always buried in a book or writing stories… It's kind of my escape,” Kate shrugged.

“You cover corrupt bankers committing fraud, right?” Jake asked.

“That and some other... Questionable people. Did someone look up my latest story?” Kate teased.

“Yeah. Yeah, I mean… I do read the paper. You should write about the pilots on the Polaris. We're the best of the best. That's inspiring.”

Kate laughed. “Yeah, an ego as big as a fighter pilot's. Look, an old journal. It was written by… A pilot named Jonah in 1965. Wow, she's beautiful. Looks like a dancer,” she said as she passed him the picture.

“Wow. Great artist, if he drew this. What's the journal say?” Jake asked. 

"We returned home from Vietnam just in time for operation tiger cruise. December 18th, 1965. It was the first time our families are allowed to stay with us… To see what we do every day for this country. I've missed everyone so much. Today the most beautiful woman I've ever seen boarded the ship, and I helped her with her bag.”

“He only got her first name. Dorothy,” Kate told Jake. 

"I can't explain. The moment I saw her, I felt like I was looking into my future. There was just something about her."

“It's so-” Kate trailed off.

“Undisciplined,” Jake cut her off but Kate shook her head.

“No. Romantic. You know, there actually might be a story here, maybe a Christmas story. You mind if I borrow this?” she asked.

“Yeah. You heard what my dad said. Anything you need,” Jake waved to boxes in the archieve room.

“Great. I want to see how Jonah’s story ends,” Kate smiled as she set the journal next to her bag.

“Is that a Santa suit?” She asked as she saw the red and white in a box. Jake shrugged.

“Oh! Jake, you know, I think this looks like it's just your size,” Kate laughed.

“Yeah, if I wore two life preservers under it,” Jake shook his head.

“I think that you should dress up as Santa for the kids on the ship,” Kate suggested.

“It's not gonna work,” Jake says seriously.

“What's not going to work?” Kate asked.

“Look, I'm sure my dad wants me to get in your love story and suddenly discover the spirit of the holidays, but I'm just not a Christmas guy. Fourth of July. Hmm! Ten thousand pounds of crackling explosives up in the air. Now, that is way better than caroling and candy canes,” Jake tells her.

“Who doesn't like candy canes?” Kate asks confounded.

“You're not gonna change me. The Navy is my life. Christmas on a ship is a distraction. End of story.”

"Last night I ran into Dorothy in the mess eating dinner. I finally had the courage to talk to her. She lives in New York City and works as a dance teacher. She's as sweet as can be. But her brother told me Dorothy has a fellow back home. I hope it's not serious, because there is something about her smile that gives me hope for the first time in years."

“Hey! Your mom said I could find you here,” Jake greeted as he joined Kate at one of the various desks in a ready room.

“Yeah. Nice flying today, it was pretty awesome,” Kate told him.

“Thanks. So, any update on our Christmas couple?” he asked.

“Oh, curious, huh?” Kate smirked.

“Hmm. Look, I'm interested in the historical aspect of it,” Jake told her but Kate wasn’t buying it.

“Okay. Well, I ended up reading the journal from the beginning, and it turns out that Jonah did talk to Dorothy. But he just found out she has a man back home, so not really sure how it ends,” Kate tells him.

“Well, I went down to the archives room to see if I could find anything else, and take a look at this,” Jake hands her a turquoise sparkle covered star ornament.

"To Dorothy, 1965. Wonder if Jonah made this for her?” Jake hummed.

“Makes sense. Your dad said there's a senior chief who handles all things Christmas, maybe he could help us,” Kate asked. 

“Yeah. But the post office closes at 1800,” Jake tells her after looking at his watch. “That's ten minutes from now.”

Kate stood quickly, putting the journal in her satchel before taking Jake’s hand and pulling him along. 

“Senior chief, I found this old ornament in the archives room. We know it's a longshot, but we were wondering if you might know who Dorothy is… Her name's on the back,” Kate asked handing him the ornament.

“Well, 1965, that was the very first Christmas tiger cruise. Looks like it could be from the ornament decorating station. It's a tradition on the cruise. Gosh, I have no idea who Dorothy is, though,” the senior chief told them.

“We think a pilot named Jonah made it for her. We're looking for him too,” Jake added.

“You know, my brother has access to military records. He works for the VA. He just went on vacation today, but he does owe me a favor for decorating his house last year for Christmas,” the senior chief told them.

“Great!” Kate smiled. “What's Jonah's last name?” the senior chief asked.

“Unfortunately, we don't have it,” Kate told him, her face falling.

“Well, that's a tall order of eggnog, but I'll see what I can do,” the senior chief reassured.

“Oh, and this is his journal. There's a picture he drew in here, we think it might be Dorothy,” Kate handed him the drawing.

“A dancer,” the chief clarified.

“You know, some years the uso performers come on the ship for Christmas,” the chief told them. “You think she might have been one of them?” Jake asked.

“Maybe. There's a bunch of photographs and memorabilia down on the quarterdeck,” the chief told them.

“I saw them when we boarded the ship,” Kate nodded.

“Yeah, exactly. You could check there. Meanwhile, I'll give my brother a buzz,” the chief assured.

“Thanks, Nick,” Jake told him.

“Senior chief,” Kate shook his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” the chief called out before they had left the room. 

“Wow, these photos are great. This ship has so much history. This could be Dorothy,” Kate pointed to a picture on the wall.

“Sure looks a lot like her. You know, there's a historical building for the Navy in New York City,” Jake told her.

“Yeah? Any chance you want to go with me? I mean, we're docking there tomorrow anyway, so I could call ahead?” she asked.

“Four years at the naval academy to serve on the Christmas version of the love boat,” Jake sighed.

Kate gave him a look.

“Not funny?” he asked. “You know my Dad'll throw me in the brig if I don't go with you.”

Kate grinned. “Great!”

[the-crow-binary]

not going to address the first half of your response to the q about the French revolution because it isn't as alarming, but holy shit the stuff you said about slavery and the supposed "black people are oppressed" and "anti white" narrative of nocturne and the facts you give to support this are blatantly incorrect. Think about it; slavery being opposed within France and its population in the 18th century but not in the colonies is not proof of anti-racism, it's proof of it. Whether they wanted to speak on it or take action or not, the French did very much benefit from the labor and produce of their slaves in the Americas- the wealthy more than the average citizen, but the benefits were felt by all to some extent. Of course the French revolution made Haiti's moves to indepence stronger, that's what happens when a colonizing country is going through upheaval- people are more able to act against it. The fact that there were black authors and participants in the French revolution does not change the fact that it was fundamentally about the wellbeing of the people of France, and that all tangible commitments to releasing its colonies and the people they held there were given up quite quickly. Also that society of friends of the blacks? Had less than 200 people. Not a great indicator of France not being racist!

Also, like, sometimes fictional characters are upset about things. That's not necessarily a political statement.

Here's something about the society of friends of the blacks: Yes there was less than 200 people in it. But in the people that were there, there was very important figures, such as La Fayette, Mirabeau, abbott Henri Grégoire, and others. Enough to make a difference and be heard (they sometimes received help from people outside of their association). And you did not need to be part of it to fight against slavery/for black people's rights. (even if we had to wait until 1848 before the definitive abolition of slavery, its thanks to the society of friends of black people, for example, that the free black people were given civil rights in 1792). Even with not much people in it, it was still a pretty big deal.

Yes the French Revolution "was fundamentally about the wellbeing of the people of France" (and I'm not saying racism didn't exist at all outside of the colonies, but that it was way more prominent there), but it's still a fact that slavery was also fought against during it (even before and after), and that rights were given to black people thanks to it (because one thing led to another, then another, then another... slavery was not the main focus for most people, but the Revolution affected way more than what was intended and inspired many) As you said, the wealthy is the one who benefited from slavery most, compared to the rest even if "to some extent" it affected everyone (1 out of 8 french people benefited from it, to give you an idea). Doesn't make the french any less against it or any more racist. Not every french person actively fought against it, yes. But, just like if you use (so "benefit from") Amazon and don't go protest against it, it doesn't mean you are totally on board with exploiting employees (and the logic can apply to many companies and even countries to this day). So one can only speculate on how far racism went in XVIII France among the people, but imo, it's pretty telling that we gave black people rights and abolished slavery so close to the French Revolution (not that some people weren't already fighting for it before that).

So worst I did was say "only" the colonies were pro-slavery in my previous post and not give lots of details in order to make the post shorter. (i am actually fact-checking myself regularly using multiple sources, because I don't want to misinform anyone, but there's always a risk I might be wrong. i really don't like politics. also the show just angers me for lots of reasons that are not necessarily connected to The French).

But in the end, its all the same: Nocturne messed up.

Nocturne CHOSE to tackle slavery and racism. It CHOSE to make things happen during the French Revolution. It CHOSE to be political. None of it came from the games, it could have never been there if they just did not take those decisions. That's why, for this particular show, I have to highly disagree with your "sometimes fictional characters are upset about things. It doesn't make it a political statement" because Nocturne literally is all about politics.

The choice of making every noble a vampire, to make Annette a black ex-slave that freed herself, to make Maria a revolutionary leader, to throw "liberty equality fraternity/brotherhood" around from time to time (Maria literally shouted "vive la revolution!" in episode ONE), every single choice they made, every single thing they added or changed from the games is rooted in politics. Annette's teacher,is very politically involved, and her views are presented as the truth and never questioned. I don't have a problem with a character being so casually racist towards white people/anti-french, especially considering said character's background. But I do have a problem when that character doesn't get called out for it or shown being in the wrong. I'm sorry, but when you make a character who isn't a villain, say shit, and don't follow up with something that indicates that it's shit, or give her consequences for saying shit, yes, I will assume you think this shit is valid. (at this point I would've taken just Annette doing a grimace as a sign that she disapproves, but no, she seems okay with insulting the french. waw, okay, why were you ready to lead them then? Connasse.) Annette literally calls Maria and Richter "children" and act like an ass because she thinks she is so superior because she suffered MORE so she knows MORE and the show portray it as her being right (everyone is so nice to her all the time and don't even say anything when she is mean to them). It doesn't even bother to pretend she only said the things she said or acted the way she acted because of trauma and anger, no, its just the way she is, because its the truth, because white people can't suffer, because they don't know shit (she fought her own revolution then went to France to fight THEIR revolution while the French don't do shit, she is that superior)

I don't criticize showing that black people were indeed oppressed and literal slaves at the time. I criticize the form. I criticize that they can't elevate Annette or the black people without bringing others down. And thats a problem, EVEN without taking real events into account. It's just a shitty way to write a character (from a minority or not) in every single media. It's hard for me to explain it, but there's a difference between writing a character being a "victim", and writing a character being a "poor little victim". One gives way more dignity to the character and is way more respectful to the people it represents than the other. Annette is on the "poor little victim" side even with this #girlboss façade of hers.

There is something called "the death of the author" (it's a french essay, hehe). To put it simply, it's the idea that the author write something, and the reader create the meaning. What the author intended to tell does not matter more than what the reader understands/interpret, and the author's own life should not be use to judge of it's creation's meaning(s). It's the thing with art, you know? Different people can have different interpretations. For Nocturne, it doesn't matter if it wasn't their intention to talk about politics (how could it not have been when it's literally so obvious, I have no idea). Because I, as a viewer, noticed a pattern, noticed elements, and understood messages that are indeed, very political. It doesn't make me any more right than one who does not and just enjoy the show for it's story and characters without thinking much deeper than that, but it doesn't make me any more wrong either. It's not like I don't have any reason either, I can clearly explain why I think the way I do, the elements are right there, I didn't create them.

[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: August 2022 ~  

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Dailymotion and Youtube. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post!

New breakdowns coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green tick = seen or currently watching)

🌟 P.S. I Hate You (bl sideplot) - August 1st (Thailand) ✅

🌟 War of Y - August 2nd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 On Cloud Nine - August 6th (Thailand)

🌟 21 Days Theory - August 7th (Thailand)

🌟 Papa & Daddy 2 - August 8th (Taiwan)

🌟 The Eclipse - August 12th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 My Only 12% - August 12th (Thailand)

🌟 My Freaky Love Story - August 12th (Philippines) 

🌟 If Tomorrow Never Comes - August 13th (Philippines) 

🌟 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - August 14th (Thailand)

🌟 Love in the Air - August 18th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Takara-kun to Amagi-kun - August 18th (Japan)  

🌟 What If - August 22nd (Thailand) 

🌟 Work From Heart - August 25th (Thailand) 

🌟 About Youth - August 29th (Taiwan)

🌟 Football Guys The Series - August 30th (Vietnam)

🌟 Semantic Error: The Movie - August 31st (South Korea, theaters)

🌟 Ghost House, Ghost House - August TBA (part-bl, Thailand)

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ The Eclipse - no comment. it’s phenomenal. F & K are delivering and I didn’t expect anything less lol. They really made the right call casting them for this because their chemistry is 🔥🔥🔥 The characters are nuanced, the progression and the pacing are on point and I’m super curious to find out more about Ayan and his uncle. Also neolouis are intriguing and I’m loving neo in this role! So excited!!! 11/10. 

👎🏻 Coffee Melody - I don’t wanna say I had high expectations for this but I was excited and the first 2ish episodes were actually pretty good - but then it went downhill and by this point it’s just bad. The pacing is off, it’s slow, boring and repetitive. Like if some random dude breathing near Plengrak is all it takes for DuanYi to have the emotional breakdown of his life then maybe yall should call it quits for good lmao. It’s been like this for 7 episodes now. I’m tired. I’m gonna sit through the last few episodes but I wish it would go by faster. 2/10. 

New series announcements

🎥 My Partner - Date TBA (Philippines) 

🎥 My Last Love - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 2 Worlds - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Future - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Tin Tam Jai The Series - Coming 2023 (Thailand) 

🎥 Iron Lady Academy - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung (from the author of My Secret Love) - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Love Bill - Date TBA (Vietnam) 

🎥 House of Stars - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Ever After - Date TBA (Philippines) 

🎥 Choco Milk Shake - Date TBA (South Korea) 

🎥 Egoist - Coming February 2023 (Japan) 

🎥 Hit Bite Love - Coming 2023 (Thailand) 

🎥 Shadow (starring Singto P. & Fluke N.) - Coming March 2023 (Thailand) 

Other news from the BL world

❗️ The Thai BL “Why R U” is getting a Korean remake. The production company (same as Kissable Lips) confirmed that the show will have 8 episodes and MaxNat will have a guest appearance, which they have already filmed. 

❗️ Filming for the upcoming Korean-Thai BL “Love is Like a Cat” (starring Mew Suppasit and others) has wrapped. The series is scheduled to air next year. 

❗️ Jimmy Karn has withdrawn from the upcoming bl “Middleman’s Love” due to personal reasons. As a result, Tommy S. has withdrawn from the project as well. Filming has been postponed indefinitely as there will be a recasting for the lead roles. The upcoming related series “Bed Friend” will supposedly still air as planned. 

❗️ GMMTV announced a 4th season of Safe House. The contestants are Tay, New, Perth, Chimon, First, Khaotung, Gemini, Fourth, White, Mond, Sing, Foei & Prom. The show will air from September 5th - September 11th on GMMTV’s youtube channel.

❗️ Script readings for the upcoming Thai BL “Never Let Me Go” have started. Shooting is scheduled to start next month. 

❗️ Singto Prachaya and Fluke Natouch will star in the upcoming Thai BL “Shadow”, which tells the story of a student in an all-boys highschool who has supernatural visions while being bullied for being gay. He falls in love with a new student who seems to be the only one who understands him. Filming has already started and the show is scheduled to be released in March 2023. 

❗️ RUMORS: With the #GMMTV2023 event approaching in December, the production + filming for a lot of mockup trailers has begun. Thus a lot of theories have emerged about upcoming series. The most talked about rumors are the following: 

MilkLove GL

OhmNanon series 

TayNew comeback series 

AouBoom BL 

DewTu series

PerthChimon BL 

EarthNamtan series

JossLuke BL 

nothing is confirmed obviously. 

Upcoming series & movies for September

☝🏻 Till the World Ends - September 3rd (Thailand) 

☝🏻 GMMTV Safe House Season 4 - September 5th (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Club Sapan Fine 2 - September 7th (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Fahlanruk - September 11th (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Coming Back Again/Once Again  - September 15th (South Korea) 

☝🏻 More than Words - September 16th (Japan)

☝🏻 My Tempo (Musical) - September 22nd (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Ai Long Nhai - September 26th (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Self, We See You - September TBA (Thailand) 

☝🏻 Happy Ending Outside the Fence - September TBA (South Korea) 

☝🏻 A Shoulder to Cry On - September TBA (South Korea) 

☝🏻 Osmosis - September TBA (Philippines) 

[nonuggetshere]

Hi! I’m sorry this is a bother, but I’m curious of the Hollow King au. The art work for it looks amazing and I love seeing PV having happiness and PK deciding to take on the Radiance to spare them the pain by being a responsible parent.

I’m sorry for asking. I was just curious. Have nice day/evening.

Not a bother at all!

It actually isn't my AU but my bestie's, @bluethepearldiver, but to summarise;

Pale King was planning to go with the original vessel plan, but after carrying part of the eggs he started to have doubts. When they were heading to put the eggs in the abyss, he was holding one of them (Hallow's egg) when the hatchling inside moved. That made him break and he immediately called off the plan and ordered for the eggs to be brought back to White Lady.

So she took care of their eggs while he started to work on finding a new plan. He eventually decided to turn himself into a vessel instead, via a combination of torture to break his spirit and consuming void.

For now though, he focused on raising his children.

He was with them until they were 10, at which point he left to enact his plan. The kids didn't take it well, especially Hallow who was terrified of taking on the mantle of the king when they come of age and learning how to follow in his footsteps without him. They actually yell at him that they hate him, which they regret for the rest of their life.

Hallow was crowned on their 18th birthday, the same day their father would be sealed. They held a funeral for the old king, and Hallow and White Lady went all out. Hallow even made a new holiday to commemorate their father.

Years pass as normal, but the infection eventually returns just like in canon. Hallow immediately throws themself into work, trying to find a solution to it, and just like their father many years before they start looking into void as a solution. Their experiments lead to mild void poisoning and their hands being permanently stained, which they hide with gloves. They also get into arguments with their mother, saying their father's plan was stupid and she should have stopped him; now they and their sibling lost a dad and Hornet lost both her parents, for nothing.

Hallownest falls just like in canon, but instead of retreating to the dream realm with their palace Hallow patrols their former kingdom along with their sister. It goes pretty much the same as in canon, as far as I'm aware; Ghost who had became a traveller returns home and with the help of their siblings breaks their father free. Hallow picks their father up and rushes to get him medical help as infection slowly dies around them.

The Pale King wakes up sometime later in the hospital while the kingdom is recovering, the curtains are always closed in his room so he can't see the state of Hallownest. Hallow and their siblings are busy assisting the survivors and rebuilding the kingdom, but they obviously find fine to visit him, especially when they hear he woke up.

When they first meet and Pale King has that puzzled, blank look on his face Hallow's afraid he really is hollow after all but nah, in reality, they just grew so much he didn't recognise them. Once he does though it's all tearful hugs and apologies.

Pale King slowly heals along with the kingdom, but while he healed physically he's still yet to recover mentally, and after having a panic attack after meeting a moth Hallow's dating, he comes to the realisation he needs help. His family stage an intervention and help him find a therapist and he leaves to another kingdom, accompanied by Grimm and his troupe (imagine packing up to check yourself into a mental hospital and your ride turns out to be a fucking clown car), and he leaves with Dryya as his guard. It takes him roughly 5 years to return.

Also, before he left he and White Lady had another kid named Hope. And during these 5 years he went and killed the Nightmare's Heart so now Grimm is the God of nightmares instead of it.

After they return it's mostly cute domestic stuff. PK's family is horrified to find out he started dating Grimm (except for Ghost, who's ecstatic to have grimmchild as their new sibling, literally the only two people happy about this outcome tbh)

[hotarutranslations]

Yokoyama Reina-chan

Evening

Its too cold, I left home but I just about turned around……

Thank you very much for your hard work to everyone, who has work or school today😭🪽

Today, on Niigaki Risa-san's YouTube,

【Behind The Scenes Close Coverage】 Behind the Scenes Of The Rehearsals For The Live With Takahashi Ai-chan Release

They uploaded a behind the scenes from their live🥺👏🏻

I was also performing live that day so, I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to go but……

Seeing it in this video like this, I wanted to go after all😭👏🏻 It was wonderful……

YouTube doesn't allow you to use songs so, while watching the video during the rehearsal, I didn't even know what songs they were singing,

(Ah, thats a lie, I knew from the choreography as well🫣)

(I've seen the dances too much🫣)

But, I was happy knowing the way Niigaki-san movies when singing; It was too cute when Takahashi-san and Niigaki-san sent out hearts, in any case, it was wonderful!

Eh!! I wonder if anyone reading my blog were able to go to the live!!

How was it!? lol

If they have another one… I want to go…

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Its already nostalgic but, It has an amazing medley, really Please enjoy it many times

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A picture from Halloween lol

Yoko-chan is verrryyyyy cute, Also Yoko-chan brings a lotttt of the fun

At sudden times, She is someone who will make the space so much fun, Thank you~~🫶🏻

With that, at the same time, She has serious opinions..? so.. (I personally think so)

Therefore,

With the Yoko-chan of 23 years old singing, "I'll believe in myself!" I'll also look forward to it!

I hope that you have a wonderful year🫶🏻

see you ayumin <3

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show me how|chapter 10

Content warnings: brief smut, cursing, angst(??)

Word count: 2.5K

Song for this chapter: Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey

Song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4jZWeEaLCnwYtLnVEN6BYV?si=34fe3c001a884db0

March 18th, 2022

It was currently 5:15 in the morning. 2 hours before school started. What you and Billy were doing up this early, fucking for that matter, was beyond you. Billy had miraculously convinced your parents to let him sleep over. Which meant a lot of sex between the both of you. You guys had went at it at least 2 times the night before. Billy’s stamina was pretty impressive. His hand was currently covering your mouth, preventing the escape of any moans. All that left your lips was tiny whimpers that engulfed the inside of Hargrove’s palm. 10 minutes went by and the both of you ended up finishing, laying beside each other as you removed yourself from Billy’s length.

You turned over to your bedside table and checked your phone for the time. 5:25. You began to scroll through your phone since you still had a good chunk of time until you had to get ready. Billy turned over to you and stared, a smile plastered on his face.

“I mean, I’m always down for another round.” 

You laughed quietly as you punched Billy in the arm. “What has you so horny lately?” You questioned.

“Is it so bad to say that I missed you? It had been awhile since we last did it. Don’t even get me started on your body-” Billy cut himself off as he rushed a hand down your stomach. You swatted his advances away. 

“Tempting, but we literally have to be at school in less than 2 hours. Also, don’t forget you’re the one who’s giving us a ride.” You reminded him as you rolled out of your bed and began to start your morning routine. Billy continued to lay on the bed. He looked out your bedroom window and onto the empty street below. The faint sound of water running came from the bathroom. You were showering. Billy’s thoughts went right back to you.

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You were sat down in your 2nd period class. English always bored you. Being in honors English made it more unbearable. It was always the same to you. Sit down, read a book that didn’t make any sense, write multiple paragraphs on concepts you didn’t understand. You just couldn’t wait to get out of Hawkins. This town was not made for someone like you. Or Billy for that matter. 2 big city, sun kissed skin kids stuck in a pale, boring, sad town. 

You and Billy had been planning to go back to your home state as soon as the school year was over. The 2 of you had been saving up money for months. It was enough to at least get a 1 bedroom once you got out there. 

Your daydreaming about a different life came to a halt as the bell rung, signaling it was time for you to make your way to the next class. You slung your back pack around your shoulders and made your way into the crowded halls. There was no chance of you being able to see billy as his class was on the opposite side of the building. Venturing it alone wasn’t all to bad. Gave you a lot of time to think and people watch. It was a relatively short commute from English to History. On your way you spotted Steve. His pair of eyes immediately caught yours and he gave you a sympathetic stare. You were puzzled. Even from his body language alone you could tell that he was less tense. You took this as a hopeful sign.

The rest of the first half of the day went by per usual. It was Finally lunch time. You made your way to Billy’s car where you usually met him. 

You opened the door that led into the parking lot. Billy immediately spotted you and smiled. You made your way over to the Camaro as he eyed you up and down, a smirk on his face.

“You look sexy.” He said.

“You literally saw me get dressed this morning.” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Billy looked up and saw Steve staring at the both of you. He was sitting by himself on a bench.

“The fuck is he looking at?” The sudden hostile energy caught your attention and looked up to see what the commotion was. Billy was looking at Steve. Oh fuck.

“Billy, no. You’re not gonna start anything again. I don’t need you beating anyone’s ass today.” Your orders were followed. Billy was silent. All he could do was give Steve the death glare. Both of you hopped into the Camaro and sped out of the parking lot to satisfy your hunger.

You and Billy decided to go back to his house for lunch. Nobody was home and being alone together sounded like an amazing idea. As the two of you entered the home Billy threw you onto the couch and began to make out with you. The feeling was reciprocated and you gave into the kiss. It was brief but passionate. He pulled away and stared at you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” All you did was smile back at him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before getting up from the couch.

“Do you have anything to eat?” You asked as you started to head towards the kitchen.

“Probably left over pizza again. You know Neil’s dead-beat ass doesn’t make food.” Billy remarked as he scrolled on his phone. You were met with that very sight. A Tupperware container full of pepperoni pizza. You got the both of you 2 slices and heated them up in the microwave. Billy began to make his way over to the kitchen.

“I’ve noticed Harrington staring at you a lot lately. He’s gotten quiet too. Wonder if I need to beat his ass again.” Billy spoke out. You looked at him with the “really? this again?” face.

“Billy we’ve been over this. Multiple times. Even earlier today. You can’t just keep fighting him. Why do you guys even do this to each other?” You questioned. Now that you thought about it, Neither Billy or Steve elaborated on why they loathed each other. You just knew as soon as you came here, they despised one another.

“Couldn’t tell you. It’s always been like this.” Billy said, almost laughing. He had the most smug look on his face. It’s like he had no regret for his actions. You were fed up. Sick and tired of this meaningless feud that was going on between the two boys. 

“I’m serious. How can you be so nonchalant about this? Your obsession with ruining Steve’s life is insane.” You spoke, your temper rising.

“Obsession? Where did that even come from. You’re not even making sense.” Billy’s temper was rising as well. 

You grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed out the front door. “I’m leaving.” 

“The fuck? Cmon’ Y/N you’re being dramatic.” Billy remarked.

“No I’m not. I’m sick and tired of hearing about this beef between the both of you that isn’t even going to matter in two months when we graduate.” You were moments away from stepping outside.

“Well how do you even plan on getting back to school?” Hargrove questioned.

“I’ll walk.”

“No you won’t.”

You took one last look at Billy, slammed the door, and stormed off. The house was now empty. Billy was there all alone. His mind was eating at him. Not only because he had disappointed you, but You were right. This obsession with belittling Steve, making his life a living hell, What was it for? How did it come about? Not even Billy could tell. He made his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. A loud scream followed. This was the rare occasion that he hated his reflection.

The transitional air of march hit your face as you walked down the sidewalks of Hawkins. Not too cold and not hot enough. You didn’t understand the fighting between Steve and Billy. Everyone you asked about didn’t have a concrete answer. “So did this shit just pop up out of thin air?” you thought. Part of you wish you hadn’t blown up at Billy. He lived 10 minutes from the school. Meaning the walk was gonna be at least 30 minutes. You knew this walk would be miserable. But, you knew he had to here it at some point. There was no point in both of the boys to fight anymore. Especially with graduation right around the corner.

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Lunch had already ended. It was at least 20 minutes into the next class period. Billy didn’t care though. He had just now pulled out of the driveway and started his commute. He sulked in his seat as Nirvana blasted on his radio. If it was completely up to him, He would’ve just stayed home and smoked weed for the remainder of the day. But you made him realize that he needed to let this childish year long dispute to rest.

He pulled into the Hawkin’s High parking lot and turned off his car. He sat there for a second, scrambling for the right words to say. It soon came to him. He got out of his car and made his way over to the school building. Billy honestly thought that it was gonna take a while to find Steve. But alas, There he was, Sitting on a bench alone writing in a notebook. It was good to know Billy wasn’t the only one who planned on skipping class. Hargrove approached him.

“Billy, please, not right now.” Was all Steve said, his eyes never leaving the notebook. The mullet haired boy was taken back. He had put his hands on Steve so many times that it made him weak. Defenseless. He didn’t even wanna fight anymore.

Billy scratched the back of his head. “I’m not here to start shit. Quite the opposite actually.” Steve’s head was kept down on the paper. He wasn’t convinced. Billy sighed. “Look-” He took a seat besides the darker haired boy. “See, I’m not trying to fight you.” Steve’s guard was noticeably dropped and he finally took his eyes off of what he had been writing. 

“So?”

“This rivalry between us, we have to stop. It's torn up your friendship with Y/N and it’s starting to effect my relationship with them.” Steve was taken back. He never thought that this day would come. The day where both sides of this war would draw their weapons. It was almost too weird.

“You’ve got to be pulling some shit with me. I’m not stupid Hargrove.” Steve remarked.

“I’m not. I promise you. I just want Y/N to be happy. I really care about them and I’ve seen how your guys’ friendship becoming almost non existent has effected them. It sucks. They want you back in their life so bad. I don’t want Y/N to be unhappy without you anymore.” Billy confessed. It became real to Harrington now. This was in fact, not a joke. Billy was actually trying to drop this cliche high school rivalry. Steve didn’t realize how defeated Billy looked. It almost looked like he was going to break down and cry.

Steve thought for a moment. About how this whole situation had taken a toll on him as well. He started skipping class so he wouldn’t have to see Billy. His grades were dropping. He lost all his motivation in general. Most importantly, he missed Y/N. 

“We both care about the same thing. Y/N. I want them to be as happy as you do. If that means we need to mature and be civil in order to make that happen, then I’m all for it.” Steve agreed. A sign of relief washed over Billy. “I appreciate you doing this though. Don’t tell me you’re about to mature Hargrove.”

Billy smiled back. “Who said that?” He got up from the bench and stood over Steve. “Wanna smoke? As a sign of new beginnings,.. or some shit.”

Steve shrugged. “Lead the way.” He said as he got up from the bench and followed Billy back to his car.

You were sat up in your bedroom typing out the last of your college admission essay. UCLA was your goal. It was convenient for you and Billy. Two kids wanting to go back to the ‘golden state’ and start a new life.

You hadn’t spoken to Billy at all since lunch. In all honesty, You weren’t sure of what to say. Everything that needed to be said was spoken. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel guilty. You hadn’t blown up at him like that in a long time. You could text him right now if you wanted. Facetime him even. But the courage was not in your system right now. The best option in your mind was too let this all blow over and talk to him tomorrow.

A sudden flurry of knocks came from your bedroom window and startled you. You automatically knew who it was. You made your way over to the window and opened it up. It was Billy on the top of the trellis that sat outside your room. He held up a decent wad of cash.

“Billy. Who the fuck did you rob?” You asked, concerned for the boy.

“Neil.”

You gave him a look that was similar to what a mother would give to her child when they disappointed her. “You know what he’s gonna do once he finds out.”

Billy finally made his way through the window and was now standing in your bedroom. “He’s too drunk off his ass to notice.” He took your hand and sat the both of you down on your bed. “Listen I have shit I need to say. You were right. The way I was acting with Steve ruined your friendship with him. What you told me earlier made me realize that I need to let this shit go. Especially since we won’t even be in this town in 2 months. I’m sorry baby.” He expressed his regret.

You kissed him on his cheek and smiled. “The fact that you did all this self-change for me is so sexy. I love you Billy.”

“I love you too Y/N.” Once the awkwardness in the room passed, Billy held up the cash again. “Now what do we do with this?”

“Food and the arcade?”

“Wow, look at you. Spending stolen cash like a criminal.” Billy spoke sarcastically. “Also, I thought you were all about being mature?”

“If you’re doing self-change then I can too. It’s time to be more free.”

Billy smirked. “Never thought I would see this side of you Y/N. It’s hot.” He pulled you in for a short but heated kiss. “Race you to my car.” Both of you shot up from your bed and raced down the stairs, then out the door where you quickly grabbed your shoes. The race continued down the driveway. You touched the door first.

“I win.” You grinned. Billy mirrored the same gesture back at you. Both of you jumped into the Camaro and sped off. Into the dark streets of Hawkins and off to wherever the night brought to the both of you.

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